<?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-15921949</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:13:33.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl's simple story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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>421</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-8027515729372177204</id><published>2011-07-27T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:02:41.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果人的记忆就像电脑一样，可以把不要的回忆一次 format 掉，那该有多好 - 林晓如&lt;br /&gt;只要心里还存有一点点的不甘心， 就还不是放弃的时候 - 宋杰修&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how insane I am over 醉后决定爱上你。Awesome storyline, great cast, a wonderful on-screen couple. I'm just going crazy over it, especially over 张孝全. I'm following both the episodes from Taiwan and Singapore. Just can't wait for the next episode. Sometimes, I wish time will fast forward to the next episode. Although the ending of the two leads may be expected, but I think what anyone will be looking towards for would be the process and the romantic scenes between 张孝全 and 杨丞琳. Or at least, that's for me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8027515729372177204?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8027515729372177204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8027515729372177204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8027515729372177204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8027515729372177204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/07/format-this-shows-how-insane-i-am-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6052923271983157156</id><published>2011-06-28T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:13:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days of HRMS training. 2 down, 1 more to go. And the tired feeling is even more so as compared to back at work. It sounds ironic but I wonder why so especially when I don't start so early, I end early and the venue is at Suntec. Yet I like the feeling of coming home earlier than usual, without the usual 6pm crowd at the MRT stations and the bus stops. Basically empty buses, empty trains. And I think I'm gonna sound crazy but I kinda miss my workstation. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6052923271983157156?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6052923271983157156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6052923271983157156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6052923271983157156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6052923271983157156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-days-of-hrms-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6192850086283955442</id><published>2011-06-24T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:19:03.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder why do people complain that their lives are pathetic and sad? Isn't it up to a person to determine how enjoyable life should be? Not saying I don't complain, but I make it a point to change my life when it's heading towards that sad and boring and colourless life. It's your life, you should be the one to decide how enjoyable it should be, how interesting your life should be. Once again, it just leads back to the saying that this is my life, I determine how it will be like.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On a random sidenote, I can also never understand why friends around me want us to get together faster. I wonder why. But it takes 2 hands to clap, not 1.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6192850086283955442?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6192850086283955442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6192850086283955442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6192850086283955442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6192850086283955442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wonder-why-do-people-complain-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-742845811427503659</id><published>2011-06-16T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:15:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starting to...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the personal time to myself every morning. Calls it my ME time. Often, we're so caught up with our work that on our way to work, we think of the huge pile of work we need to clear everyday, to the extent that some of us may even dream of our work at night! But the past 3 weeks of going to work on my own, taking the bus, I'm starting to enjoy it. With music playing on my mp3, it just relaxes my mind for a couple of mins to think of how good the coming day will be, doing self-reflections or reminicising those memories with every song attached to those memories and simply, breathing in the fresh morning air (at least it's fresh as compared to the air by mid morning or lunch time). It's like the quiet time between me and myself and I just love such feelings. At least until I board the train and my mind is put to sleep mode for 30 mins till I reach buona vista. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how simple my life can be and how simple I want my life to be. I don't need to have those super happenings (likened to bright bold colours) everyday. Once in a while, maybe, to add additional colours to my life. But it's the simple happenings of everyday - meeting up with friends once in a while, chatting with that special someone or a close friend at night, be it through sms, facebook or msn. Life can be so simple yet fulfilling and colourful. It's the experiences along the way that make your life colourful, that make your life journey different from that of others. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's those simple things in life that make one smile. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-742845811427503659?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/742845811427503659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=742845811427503659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/742845811427503659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/742845811427503659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3741026956756936525</id><published>2011-06-06T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:52:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday gathering at Burp's Cafe, a punctured car tyre, Mini Cooper experience, Mr Teh Tarik, lunch at Macs with a close friend (whom I've been through a lot with) along with teasing and laughing and suaning. All these sums up my wonderful weekend. Totally awesome, totally fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my new laptop this weekend! IT show, probable meet up with him on Friday (if I get his swiss roll), steamboat with either Tracy and her friends or him and Bugis peeps, new laptop on Sunday! Looking forward to these activities. Can't wait and these are my motivation for my week! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it still shows how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;That I would do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;That I would go all way out just to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;All for the word L-O-V-E &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3741026956756936525?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3741026956756936525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3741026956756936525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3741026956756936525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3741026956756936525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-gathering-at-burps-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2713672761943238338</id><published>2011-05-31T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:15:38.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what if it's been days? What's happened has happened. What's said has been said. What's done has been done. Don't expect me to treat nothing has happened and everything is fine. Because the truth is all these has become facts, has become history and I can't pretend it has never happened. So don't put your expectations on me and expect me to do it your way cause I'm sorry but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2713672761943238338?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2713672761943238338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2713672761943238338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2713672761943238338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2713672761943238338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-what-if-its-been-days-whats-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-1656454501682115562</id><published>2011-05-26T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:42:53.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional rollercoaster ride. But now, my emotions have settled. From being angry to now simply, calm. It was a feeling of betrayal. So how would one expect me to pretend that it didn't happen, such words were not said etc. But rather than say I'm still angry, I'd rather now say that I've accepted those facts cause facts can't be changed, just like history. To me now, some words no longer mean a thing to me. They just become strangers with familiar names. For the past 21 years, to be honest, my true smiles from the heart came from friends. And some friends know me better than them. Because I felt that I could trust friends more than I could trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calming down, I've never felt loved by them all these years. Maybe cause I wasn't as independent as the first one, I wasn't as smart and clever as the second and the fourth. But be it among them or with the relatives, I never felt loved. Cause whatever I wanted as I started to grow up, more often than not, I had to use my own money to get it myself. Everything was kept within me because I felt that they couldn't be trusted and that my matters would be told to people whom I don't wish for them to know. And it has happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so right now, although on the surface, it's family. But beneath it, I'd rather choose to be independent myself. Go to work on my own, taking the bus, even if it means waking up 30 mins earlier, leaving the house 20 mins earlier and squeezing with people on the bus and spending a little more on transport everyday. They can jolly well take it that the money given to them each month is for rent. All I need every night would just be a place to stay and a place for me to shower and use the laptop. I spent more time out of the house than at home, maybe with the exceptions on weekends. But the fact is that even if it isn't now, one day I'll grow up and live my own life. And thankfully, I'm not very much depending on them to give me allowance, to feed me or to pay for my degree studies (which I intend to pay on my own, even if it means delaying my further studies for a few more years). But I guess what really made me angry and upsetted me most in this incident was that it's scary that even family members can turn the tables around and say things that you never thought they would say. Yet it's through this incident that made me tell myself that I can trust no one except myself and those who prove that I can trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be a nothing or a nobody to you, or be a disappointment in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to me, what others see or think of me doesn't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause this is my story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life's journey's written by me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only outcome at the end of this journey is to ask myself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I made my life an interesting and fruitful one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1656454501682115562?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1656454501682115562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1656454501682115562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1656454501682115562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1656454501682115562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/reflections-emotional-rollercoaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3643015386846352206</id><published>2011-05-25T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:17:06.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passed by Eunos this evening on the way back home from Bugis as I decided to take the bus instead. Memories returned and I miss the past.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3643015386846352206?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3643015386846352206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3643015386846352206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3643015386846352206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3643015386846352206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/passed-by-eunos-this-evening-on-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-4281888580837446409</id><published>2011-05-09T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:47:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Reflections of GE 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a political person mainly because I don't like politics. But after GE 2011, I can't help but wonder the after-effects of GE 2011, is it really good for Singapore, this little red dot? Yes, change may be for the better. But do Singaporeans vote after much consideration? Yes, I've got nothing to say if decisions were made after much consideration. But what about those who vote just for the sake of voting, those who vote just because they don't like the current government? And now, what has been proven is that their decisions has lead to the loss of a competent minister in our government. Complaints and disagreements and anger with the old government and that prices of everything, or rather cost of living is increasing. But think about it, the old government has done a lot for us, haven't they? Even then, the increasing cost of living is inevitable. Sooner or later, everything will increase. If they don't, then won't our little country start to become a third world country where we won't be able to keep up with the trends? But well, the results have already been made. Change in the goverment has already been made. Whether or not this change is worth it, the next 5 years will tell.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-4281888580837446409?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4281888580837446409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=4281888580837446409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4281888580837446409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4281888580837446409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/reflections-of-ge-2011-ive-never-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2052039278424076518</id><published>2011-04-26T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:42:06.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One thing I hate most when it comes to matters of the heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is when a guy knows that a girl likes him and he doesn't share the same feelings yet still be close to her and at the end of the day, hurt her and say that he doesn't mean it. It's a different case if mutual feelings towards each other are shared. I'd rather the guy keeps his distance than to hurt the girl's heart in such a way. Reflections of the past, hints to the future.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If I give in this time round, I know that if I get hurt once again, I'll start to lose my trust in the word, Love.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2052039278424076518?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2052039278424076518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2052039278424076518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2052039278424076518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2052039278424076518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-thing-i-hate-most-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7707724079473712631</id><published>2011-04-18T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:18:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend was great. Saturday afternoon spent learning more about financial planning and meeting nice people. Followed by Paragon and durian at Geylang. Dead tired upon reaching home but truly enjoyed myself that day. (: - Lunch at Tung Lok with family and mummy's makan kakis. Totally awesome desserts and my fave dim sum. Fallen in love with custard pau. Nice. In search now for more custard pau. - With just another half a day more, what's left for me this week is PWS Observance Ceremony tomorrow, lunch treat from Angela and Healthy Lifestyle to end off my work week. On leave on thursday. Gonna spend my leave wisely. Thoughts about heading back to school or going shopping is in the midst of consideration. Short work week this week and I'm loving it. (: - &lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7707724079473712631?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7707724079473712631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7707724079473712631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7707724079473712631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7707724079473712631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8388819162165134168</id><published>2011-04-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:39:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things once lost, you'll never be able to get it back again. It would be your luck if you found it the first time but when you lose it the second time, maybe it's fate. This time, it's really gone and I'll never get it back.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Be it as a friend or someone important to you or as your other half, be it who is it, I think it's always nice to have someone tell you that when you need someone, he or she is there for you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8388819162165134168?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8388819162165134168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8388819162165134168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8388819162165134168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8388819162165134168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-things-once-lost-youll-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-1156008447117681373</id><published>2011-04-10T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:22:41.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mismatched; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Evadne's 21st. A party of mismatched. A KCians get-together. Catching up and enjoying the company of each other in a cosy ambience. The fact that no matter how long we've not met up, KCians always are able to have topics to talk about even after many years has been proven. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wendy's 21st;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The 2nd 21st party I've attended. Celebrated her 21st at Costa Sands Downtown East. Enjoyed the fun and the catching up with each other. Special guest invited and aim was achieved. Rented boyfriend was what he was called. An honour for him, a pride for me. Secrets exchanged and heart-to-heart talks. Great evening, is what I summed up. Up next, lunch date and board games. All with the same rented boyfriend. - &lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1156008447117681373?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1156008447117681373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1156008447117681373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1156008447117681373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1156008447117681373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/mismatched-evadnes-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8576867048331575116</id><published>2011-03-30T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:15:19.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Misconceptions cleared up. Never judge a book by its cover. Lesson learnt over lunch today. - Big Mommas: Like Father Like Son was comical. Along with the company. And I found myself a movie companion. - GLACE. Cheese tart. Yummy and nice. And added to my dessert list. - Secrets shared, listening ear to each other. A distant friendship got closer as the chats never end. What more can I ask for? - &lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8576867048331575116?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8576867048331575116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8576867048331575116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8576867048331575116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8576867048331575116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/misconceptions-cleared-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-5415956422127612567</id><published>2011-03-13T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:31:30.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how tired I am, how sleepy I am when I step into class, I love my Sunday mornings because of the little ones. And maybe, somehow, soon, there'll be another reason for me to love my Sunday mornings even more. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5415956422127612567?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5415956422127612567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5415956422127612567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5415956422127612567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5415956422127612567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-matter-how-tired-i-am-how-sleepy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8074868157758380660</id><published>2011-03-08T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:34:17.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Proven.&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning of the month - MC.&lt;br /&gt;Break this curse it shall be for April.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;放下包袱，开始往前走，别再回头。这是对我好的决定。踏出第一步，虽然害怕但还是勇敢地踏出去。结果不错，放下一点点，感觉开心一些些，直到那条简讯传来。心情变得矛盾，变得不知如何是好。但我对自己说，不管发生什么事，都绝不能回头，不能心软， 一定要坚持自己的承诺。那个不再让自己受伤的承诺。虽然那天玩得很开心，一切好像回到我们当初认识的我们，但一旦要离开时，所有的一切回到在还没见面时的一切。虽然不舍，但不得不这么做。要重新跨出第一步，虽然难免会害怕，会不想，但我知道最后的结果，一定是对我好，至少我宁愿因为我自己的决定而难过，也不想因为你而难过，宁愿因为我自己的决定而受伤，也不想我的伤直接来自你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;再怎么不舍，都该放手了。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;再怎么难过，伤心难过的日子总回过去。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;总有一天，我会因为经历那么多事而变得坚强。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;总有一天，我不会再为你而伤心难过。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8074868157758380660?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8074868157758380660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8074868157758380660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8074868157758380660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8074868157758380660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/proven.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6841487414032790431</id><published>2011-02-21T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:31:16.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stories about NS, life, our experiences and simply getting to know each other better sums up a great Sunday afternoon yesterday. Hectic afternoon but the company of the new group makes it great and relaxed after that. Looking forward to such sessions with them again!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;A question was asked yesterday. What are the 2 3-word phrases in life that is the most difficult to say? 1) It's my fault/I am wrong. 2) I am sorry. And the explanation to why "It's my fault/I am sorry" comes first was a great explanation and realisation to us. I shared it with my family yesterday and they agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often say sorry for the sake of saying sorry, sometimes we do not even admit that it's our fault while saying sorry. But the whole meaning of saying sorry is to first acknowledge our mistakes, our faults and be sorry for them. Saying sorry doesn't necessarily mean that you are really sorry for them. Saying sorry is difficult but acknowledging your mistakes, your faults is even more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on. I'm no longer gonna waste my time on people who doesn't appreciate what I'm doing for them, no longer gonna treat them that well when they don't deserve my kindness and is taking me for granted. It feels that all this while, people took me for granted, as if I owed them and it's right for them to treat me this way. In fact, there's no need for me to deserve such treatment. So I'm moving on. Getting on with my life. Cause at the end of the day, people will come to realise that it's their loss for not treasuring such a friend like me, and not mine. And at the end of the day, I'm gonna spend my time on people who deserves it more than others and that I deserve someone better.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6841487414032790431?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6841487414032790431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6841487414032790431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6841487414032790431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6841487414032790431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/02/stories-about-ns-life-our-experiences.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-286736476262120326</id><published>2011-02-01T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:51:19.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th month;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that at the start of the past 3 months, I'm on MC. Argh. Terrible. And reason for cause of MC this month? Sore eyes. Conjunctivitis. How good. Specs to work tmr just so that I can wear my contact lens on Thursday. But luckily, it's only half day tmr. This week is indeed a short short work week.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;CNY in 2 days' time. Not so much excited. Nor have the festive mood. When there's not much to do during CNY apart from the routine visiting and new clothes, guess there's nothing worth looking forward to. Except for the long weekend this year.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-286736476262120326?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/286736476262120326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=286736476262120326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/286736476262120326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/286736476262120326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/02/4th-month-i-just-realised-that-at-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2782244122643850424</id><published>2011-01-13T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:24:45.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 3rd month and it's getting busy already. New work arrangements result in more workloads. Work is piling up day by day. New cases, new challenges. Fun and interesting. Starting to leave me tired at the end of every day, with me starting to end work later and later as well. But I'm enjoying it and loving it. Totally no regrets. Once again, thanks to the nice and friendly colleagues and the nature of my job. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Hair appointment on Saturday. Trying out a new hairstyle. Hopefully it'll turn out nice. If so, I'll be doing perm soft curls on Thursday. Talking about it, taking a short break from work from Thursday onwards. Plans to meet up with Viv on Thursday, off to Malacca on Friday, back on Sunday and saying hi to work on Monday. Gonna be a super packed week next week with just 3 days of work and loads of work to clear after my short break.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Smiles on my face this week since Tuesday placed by a special someone. The smiles are still there as I recall our sms chat. It's keeping me going these days. Wonder when will be the next time I'll meet you. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2782244122643850424?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2782244122643850424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2782244122643850424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2782244122643850424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2782244122643850424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-3rd-month-and-its-getting-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3003422581310972831</id><published>2011-01-02T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:46:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2011 - New year, new beginnings;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the heading, 2011's a new year which also mark new beginnings. 2010 created many memories, made impacts in my life as well as many first times. Looking forward to more memories in 2011, creating more memories in 2011, writing new chapters in my life.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Countdown on 31 Dec with PP was awesome. 2010 started well, ended great with a big bang with them at Seven, Iluma. And naturally 2011 started off well for sure. Drank, a bit high but total enjoyment. An unexpected surprise came along as well and it did made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing session was up next last night. 3 hours of singing came along with laughter and great gathering. Another total enjoyment. The last night of 2010 and the first night of 2011 spent with them was just awesome. Looking to more of such impromptu gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3003422581310972831?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3003422581310972831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3003422581310972831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3003422581310972831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3003422581310972831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-new-year-new-beginnings-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7064184269789825940</id><published>2010-12-27T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:47:57.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas eve party was great. Enjoyed myself with the company and Gulliver's Travels. Nice movie with non-stop laughter. Got home at 3 plus am. Totally tired but worth the tiredness. Next up would be New Year's eve party. Gonna be lots of fun as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I've decided to change my wallet after much hesitation. Black prints on my wallet after family lunch yesterday made me turn off and sad cause it was a birthday gift from Clique 2.2 and I treasured that wallet a lot. Now, it'll be kept in my cupboard. Getting it on Friday before the party and high chances is that I doubt it'll be white although it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Feelings messed up once again. Thrown into a state of confusion and full of question marks surround me. Don't seem to understand the actions done and the reason behind it. In fact, don't seem to understand anything at all. From the happy Christmas mood to a emo Christmas mood, who's the only one who can change my mood such drastically. The answer's pretty known.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7064184269789825940?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7064184269789825940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7064184269789825940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7064184269789825940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7064184269789825940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-party-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8272976287261530452</id><published>2010-12-19T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:15:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sakae sushi at Changi Airport T2 with Liang Yi, Ms Xinyi, Ms Gem and Mr Shunjie. Late dinner/supper yesterday night was AWESOME. Enjoyed myself last night with the laughter, the plates of side orders, sushi and temaki. Missed them a lot and it was nice meeting up with them last night. Gift exchange of Body Shop presents, tie and tie pin and Zinc bag. And they liked my presents so it was a relief for me. Still waiting for Liang Yi to open his. Haha. It wasn't anything special but it was the thought that counts. Received my 1st Christmas present from them too. A pretty star pendant and earrings. And soon, the pendant will be around my neck! (: Didn't bring my camera in the end to capture these lovely memories. But it's ok. These memories are kept in my heart. Looking forward to 31 Dec now. Countdown to 2011 with them and I'm sure it's gonna be lots of fun as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8272976287261530452?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8272976287261530452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8272976287261530452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8272976287261530452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8272976287261530452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/sakae-sushi-at-changi-airport-t2-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7865647055388627595</id><published>2010-12-04T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:00:55.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At some point you will realise that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It's not like you're giving up, and it's not like you shouldn't try. It's just that you just have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is what I'm doing now. Neither giving up nor not giving up. Maybe I've done too much and I should stop and walk out of everything. Cause like the quote, what is truly yours will eventually be yours, no matter how long it takes. But if it isn't meant to be, then really, no matter how hard I try, it'll never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7865647055388627595?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7865647055388627595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7865647055388627595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7865647055388627595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7865647055388627595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-some-point-you-will-realise-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-9071034222422880246</id><published>2010-11-30T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:22:20.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Throughout life, you will meet one person who is unlike any other. You could talk to this person for years and never get bored, you could tell them things and they won't judge you. This person is your soulmate, your best friend. Don't let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt this way before. Felt that you could be the one. We used to talk about anything and everything. But silence now lies between us most of the time. Miss the past. But what's gone has gone. What's left is only memories. Memories that no one can take it away from us. While these memories are important to me, I hope they're important to you too.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, end of 1st month. Tomorrow is the start of the 2nd month. December's just going to be more hectic, more busy with colleagues going on leave etc. Work is starting to pile with so many things to attend to. Only worry is that I'm too careless in my work and make stupid mistakes. Only worry is that I won't be able to perform as well as I'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-9071034222422880246?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9071034222422880246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=9071034222422880246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/9071034222422880246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/9071034222422880246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/throughout-life-you-will-meet-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8608539313231543401</id><published>2010-11-22T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:01:52.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Car rides that ended up driving in circles, dinner at White Sands, laughter and jokes we shared all sum up to 1 word: AWESOME! Sunday evening / night was totally great with the company of Wendy, Liang Yi, Shi Qi and Ke Yuan. This weekend is the best weekend I've ever had since I started work. And the fun we had yesterday is definitely leaving a smile on my face for at least today! (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8608539313231543401?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8608539313231543401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8608539313231543401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8608539313231543401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8608539313231543401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/car-rides-that-ended-up-driving-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6464790763178509483</id><published>2010-11-16T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:24:32.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glad that there's a break this week. Somehow I really need this break despite last week was the only week so far that I worked for 5 days. That's why I say I've come to appreciate the weekends and public holidays even more now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Edited.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6464790763178509483?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6464790763178509483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6464790763178509483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6464790763178509483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6464790763178509483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/glad-that-theres-break-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7344768178058367640</id><published>2010-11-04T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:46:41.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of 1st week. Colleagues pretty nice and friendly. Getting on well with them, I can say. Tired is also for sure. Still getting used to habits and routine. But 1 thing is that it's not as boring as what I think, even though it's reading, reading and more reading for now. But I'm gradually getting to handle work with help given by my colleagues. So guess things will definitely get better as the days go by. And just in 4 days, I've gone for a learning journey with colleagues and enjoyed myself much! (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to Saturday. Clique 2.2 gathering, that's it! Totally keep me going and even though I may not meet all but yeah, it's still worth a trip. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Question: single? Answer to her: half-half. More than friends but not a couple yet was my answer to her. That's the feeling I get. But still taking things easy. Maybe Christmas 2010 would change some things for us. Mass, lunch with relatives and family or simply dinner with family still remains unknown. Not sure if this is what I want from you. Well, at least unsure for now. But yeah, I'm happy with status quo even though thoughts of giving up said hi in my mind. So we'll just see how things go cause I still believe, if we're meant to be then no matter how long or what happens, we'll still end up together cause we're meant to be. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7344768178058367640?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7344768178058367640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7344768178058367640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7344768178058367640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7344768178058367640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-1st-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-834671259972399654</id><published>2010-10-31T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:56:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new beginning tomorrow. A new working environment. New colleagues. Definitely looking forward to it cause this was something I chose. But hopefully everything goes well. (: But of course, this would lead me to make another decision with regards to the familiar environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm tired. Emotionally tired. Or maybe cause being sick causes me to be emo and think this way. But the thought of giving up crossed my mind and this time, it seemed firm to me. But could this be the first or the second? Is this for real? I simply have no explanation for it now. Cold war? Fights? Did we? No, we didn't. But maybe this weekend, I just don't really have the mood or don't really want to see him. Yet now what's coming across my mind is did she ask him that too? The answer to it is still a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictory, yes it may be. But this time round, no matter how tough it'll be or how difficult this new journey will be, I'll hang in there cause I know I'm not alone. My other friends are experiencing the same thing too. And at the same time, we're fighting together. You for the nation, me for this new journey that's lying ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-834671259972399654?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/834671259972399654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=834671259972399654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/834671259972399654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/834671259972399654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-beginning-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-1902146954184999411</id><published>2010-10-21T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:39:04.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm imperfect. So are you. But when 2 imperfect individuals come together as one, that's when their strengths and weaknesses complement each other and they become PERFECT in the eyes of each other. And that's what I wish for the both of us as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1902146954184999411?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1902146954184999411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1902146954184999411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1902146954184999411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1902146954184999411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-imperfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-4627411306197084749</id><published>2010-08-26T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:50:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simple yet memorable. Just 3 simple words to describe my birthday this year. This year was different than the other years. The simple birthday message from you made me smile, made me super happy cause it was the 1st birthday message received in the first few minutes of 24 August. And what made it even more special and memorable was that I spent it with you. Just you alone is enough to make me smile from the heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-4627411306197084749?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4627411306197084749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=4627411306197084749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4627411306197084749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4627411306197084749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-yet-memorable.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-805426958508811099</id><published>2010-08-03T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:09:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new beginning to a new start. Hard work and effort went in to get results. Results shown. A new position. Us all on the same level. Our efforts paid off with such results. This August, it's all about hard work and effort again. But success doesn't come on its own. Success comes with teamwork. And that's what we're all fighting together for, to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1 of the few birthday wishes I have has come true. What about that 1 simple wish of mine, coming along with all that I did? Will it be fulfilled as well? It all depends on an individual's choice.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-805426958508811099?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/805426958508811099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=805426958508811099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/805426958508811099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/805426958508811099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-beginning-to-new-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-862351644829829928</id><published>2010-07-20T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:15:59.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fears overcome, challenged myself. Feeling good and proud of myself, even though it wasn't perfect and mistakes made. But one thing for sure, it was a great experience and I did learn a lot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth sailing, I thought it was, even while the conversation was going on. Bt that sentence proved me wrong, even though I hope it wasn't what I was thinking. And all my smiles and happy feelings disappeared from my face. All thanks to that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-862351644829829928?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/862351644829829928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=862351644829829928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/862351644829829928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/862351644829829928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/fears-overcome-challenged-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2185835136650717415</id><published>2010-05-30T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:11:37.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tummy upset again. But dinner was great. Now, I'm making a point to have dinner with my family every weekend. And this evening, we received good news. Everyone at home is promoted to a new calling with the birth of a baby girl called matilda into the family. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Packed till I'm finding it hard to breathe even before tomorrow comes. Full of appointments from morning till night. It'll definitely be a long day tomorrow for me. With the end of the week the last day to get promoted in order to receive badge this June, this week is gonna be stressed. Not only for me, but also for him. But we're motivating each other, working hard together and I know we'll pull through this week, no matter what outcome it'll be. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2185835136650717415?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2185835136650717415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2185835136650717415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2185835136650717415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2185835136650717415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/tummy-upset-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-4113958016037378914</id><published>2010-05-11T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:27:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to admit that my view changed just within these few weeks, especially after Sunday's HOR Grouping and I learnt to relate a simple daily action to what I'm doing. The concept of a new food stall. And I guess that will be something I will and can use to explain to my clients what this industry is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of you questioning me. It's common sense that I'm working, that I'm going to the office everyday. Tell me that you're concerned. Fine. But I can't sense that you're being concerned. If you are concerned, you would try to go down to the office to understand more about the company and what I'm doing rather than question me. Tell you I got a small promotion. Yet while everyone can be happy for me, I can't say the same for you. All you said in reply last week was 'So does that mean you get a stable income?' And asking me about the blueblacks on my hand. Again, all I sense is that you are questioning your daughter. You sounded like I got the marks because of the magnetic bracelet that I was wearing and not because of any other reasons. You questioned when I said the truth. How do you want me to feel? I felt that at the age of 19 going to 20, I don't have the trust of my mum. It's not like I don't know what I'm doing. It's not like I don't know whether I got the marks because of the bracelet. I know. But why can't you just trust me? Even if you don't trust the company I'm with, shouldn't you at least trust in me? Trust the outside world but what about those that have tried and succeeded? Are all these lies? If so, don't bother trusting me anymore. Cause I've tried and succeeded in getting promoted and will continue to work harder to achieve what I want to achieve in this company, even if it gets real tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-4113958016037378914?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4113958016037378914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=4113958016037378914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4113958016037378914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4113958016037378914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-to-admit-that-my-view-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2260228153244365292</id><published>2010-05-02T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:04:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dreams, my interests, my passion. I'll still go for it, pursue them. But why can't they see that even if it's a part-time job, I'm taking it seriously. I'm only asking for one simple thing - their support. Why can't they just give me their support and quit being a wet blanket? Why can't they try to accept the fact that the chances of me getting into NIE is super low now? Just who are they trying to deceive? Me or themselves? Cos I've accepted the fact that the application was unsuccessful but it doesn't mean I've given up on my dreams, my interests and my passion. Cos I'll never give up on teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Turn down all appointments this week and go in and teach if the school calls" - that's what she told me. Then I ask myself, what if the school doesn't call? Then I'm wasting my time at home when if I can be out there, going for appointments. At least there's the possibility that I can close deals and earn that money, even if it's a teeny weeny bit. Why can't they try to put themselves in my shoes and think, and understand that some things aren't as easy or simple as they say it is. Maybe they're the ones who have to accept the fact that I've grown up, that I know what I want and stop deceiving themselves instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2260228153244365292?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2260228153244365292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2260228153244365292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2260228153244365292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2260228153244365292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dreams-my-interests-my-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7899814237611738836</id><published>2010-03-26T23:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:44:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;22 Mar to 25 Mar 2010 - Penang Trip with Clique 2.2;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Penang yesterday evening. Had total fun and did quite a bit of shopping there till the luggage was full to the max! But I missed home and my dear friends who couldn't join us. But still, it was totally awesome and I enjoyed myself. More trips next time with the clique! More photos on FB. Next up - Taiwan trip and it's gonna be even more shopping and even more fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRL2zGYhI/AAAAAAAAA_w/XBY2D-H4ZDM/s1600/DSC02404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452963250457436690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRL2zGYhI/AAAAAAAAA_w/XBY2D-H4ZDM/s320/DSC02404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRLPHa0rI/AAAAAAAAA_o/TMLhJxGUJHQ/s1600/DSC02406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452963239805244082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRLPHa0rI/AAAAAAAAA_o/TMLhJxGUJHQ/s320/DSC02406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while waiting to board the plane at Changi Airport T1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRK5LxRNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/e8t_RUp-KVQ/s1600/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452963233917912274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRK5LxRNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/e8t_RUp-KVQ/s320/DSC02408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRKg90_pI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KDs7EwAv-yI/s1600/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452963227416985234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRKg90_pI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KDs7EwAv-yI/s320/DSC02410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our hotel after checking-in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ8VMDYDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uXDwOyUkfpU/s1600/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962983737253938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ8VMDYDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uXDwOyUkfpU/s320/DSC02419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus to go to our first stop - Island Plaza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ8N_yg-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/u-uSCtiHSmU/s1600/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962981806769122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ8N_yg-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/u-uSCtiHSmU/s320/DSC02426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ7dAtVRI/AAAAAAAAA_A/YvgRF-sep5g/s1600/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962968657286418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ7dAtVRI/AAAAAAAAA_A/YvgRF-sep5g/s320/DSC02427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ7D0ObeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/OCKp5zCSN70/s1600/DSC02428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962961894043106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ7D0ObeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/OCKp5zCSN70/s320/DSC02428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ6999PyI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ImSBx3zDNrA/s1600/DSC02429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962960324247330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQ6999PyI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ImSBx3zDNrA/s320/DSC02429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQsfrXonI/AAAAAAAAA-o/NI_ypfYX06I/s1600/DSC02431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962711675052658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQsfrXonI/AAAAAAAAA-o/NI_ypfYX06I/s320/DSC02431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddy side of each of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQsEbF_AI/AAAAAAAAA-g/S9UJKx-SrCs/s1600/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962704359029762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQsEbF_AI/AAAAAAAAA-g/S9UJKx-SrCs/s320/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQrp9pZXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/zqIGRbOnbAs/s1600/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962697256199538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQrp9pZXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/zqIGRbOnbAs/s320/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's Chen Lei - Tan Ke Yuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQrZT3W2I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1CxCTxKLcaM/s1600/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962692785986402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQrZT3W2I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1CxCTxKLcaM/s320/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQq7GSCuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/KXSj4g8iNGE/s1600/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962684675951330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQq7GSCuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/KXSj4g8iNGE/s320/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQYB5chyI/AAAAAAAAA-A/zAiUNAMOCAI/s1600/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962360083646242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQYB5chyI/AAAAAAAAA-A/zAiUNAMOCAI/s320/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQX5mhuOI/AAAAAAAAA94/NfOIhSfzfi8/s1600/DSC02460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962357856811234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQX5mhuOI/AAAAAAAAA94/NfOIhSfzfi8/s320/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQXk6X5lI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yUGQaXjmLgk/s1600/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962352302909010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQXk6X5lI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yUGQaXjmLgk/s320/DSC02461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute gingerbread man which me and shu peng found it cute but we didn't buy it. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQXf2efHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RoSAq8-anZA/s1600/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962350944386162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQXf2efHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RoSAq8-anZA/s320/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Swensens yam ice-cream! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 - on the bus to the bus terminal where we got lost and ended up at the jetty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQW8gBUvI/AAAAAAAAA9g/jxaMKApMfpA/s1600/DSC02493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452962341454959346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zQW8gBUvI/AAAAAAAAA9g/jxaMKApMfpA/s320/DSC02493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP_rtsVbI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/SEz3s-YNe-M/s1600/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961941811910066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP_rtsVbI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/SEz3s-YNe-M/s320/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP_Ug0COI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/A0K75gLkaq8/s1600/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961935583873250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP_Ug0COI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/A0K75gLkaq8/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP-xI7VQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/TJ_YLttsWzo/s1600/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961926088447234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP-xI7VQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/TJ_YLttsWzo/s320/DSC02507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Times Square, having our lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP-gTzQcI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aYaJNvD7jQQ/s1600/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961921570652610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP-gTzQcI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aYaJNvD7jQQ/s320/DSC02509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP-LcUftI/AAAAAAAAA84/zBLBG7klHf0/s1600/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961915969240786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zP-LcUftI/AAAAAAAAA84/zBLBG7klHf0/s320/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPnsrpNhI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Wx9fRYpKvDA/s1600/DSC02529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961529754891794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPnsrpNhI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Wx9fRYpKvDA/s320/DSC02529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPnf8vWGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/OORVKaerkAc/s1600/DSC02535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961526336936034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPnf8vWGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/OORVKaerkAc/s320/DSC02535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 - at the beach before we started another day of shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPnC_M17I/AAAAAAAAA8g/-lkiGY7gk1c/s1600/DSC02557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961518562629554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPnC_M17I/AAAAAAAAA8g/-lkiGY7gk1c/s320/DSC02557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPmnjhQGI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Kld2Ml-9jH4/s1600/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961511198769250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPmnjhQGI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Kld2Ml-9jH4/s320/DSC02561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPmfw4AGI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9HqPCrUNQTA/s1600/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961509107302498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPmfw4AGI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9HqPCrUNQTA/s320/DSC02566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPPnc8GOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/B5KgAfPS3kU/s1600/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961116034177250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPPnc8GOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/B5KgAfPS3kU/s320/DSC02567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPO62J_II/AAAAAAAAA8A/oQhJo6uZ6to/s1600/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961104060349570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPO62J_II/AAAAAAAAA8A/oQhJo6uZ6to/s320/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the couple - Mel and Wendy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPOkBpIII/AAAAAAAAA74/kDM9PWGGhQg/s1600/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961097934512258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPOkBpIII/AAAAAAAAA74/kDM9PWGGhQg/s320/DSC02573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPObL6Y2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qjcl5Mcm_Do/s1600/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961095561667426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPObL6Y2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qjcl5Mcm_Do/s320/DSC02575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPOAezZyI/AAAAAAAAA7o/-uBPBZ6W0Fk/s1600/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961088393144098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zPOAezZyI/AAAAAAAAA7o/-uBPBZ6W0Fk/s320/DSC02586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO1N3lh_I/AAAAAAAAA7g/AL_EizPICQQ/s1600/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452960662490023922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO1N3lh_I/AAAAAAAAA7g/AL_EizPICQQ/s320/DSC02588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back at Pranglin Mall for our lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO0637cmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7KUzR00xiU0/s1600/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452960657391186530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO0637cmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7KUzR00xiU0/s320/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO0hvnuiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1juyLM5QNp4/s1600/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452960650645453346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO0hvnuiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1juyLM5QNp4/s320/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the pillow fight started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO0KAUP4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/RoPohM98TQk/s1600/DSC02660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452960644273028994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zO0KAUP4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/RoPohM98TQk/s320/DSC02660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the Penang airport, waiting to board the plane. and then it was Home Sweet Home. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zOzzrnKiI/AAAAAAAAA7A/aQgo2MplXGg/s1600/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452960638280608290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zOzzrnKiI/AAAAAAAAA7A/aQgo2MplXGg/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this was the group of people that went to Penang - Me, Wendy, Shu Peng, Melvin and Ke Yuan. Had awesome fun and laughter with them around. And yes, I'm missing the fun already. But the fun we had become memories and will always be remembered. Our first trip overseas as a clique. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-7899814237611738836?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7899814237611738836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7899814237611738836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7899814237611738836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7899814237611738836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/22-mar-to-25-mar-2010-penang-trip-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/S6zRL2zGYhI/AAAAAAAAA_w/XBY2D-H4ZDM/s72-c/DSC02404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-8262967961110923031</id><published>2010-03-01T13:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:28:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;26th Feb 2010 - Celebration of Learning; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration of Learning marked the end of our learning journey of 3 years at TP. Some may feel that these 3 years have passed slow while others may feel it passed fast. Some may have many happy memories, some many sad memories while others a mixture of both. For me, I feel I belong to the third category of both happy and sad memories. These memories stay with us as we leave TP. These memories stay with us from the day they were created to the time we depart from this world. The end of this journey marks the start of another and friendships made will stay and be stronger. One thing I know for sure is that, I'll definitely miss the times I had at TP, be it projects, lectures or tutorials. And for friendships I've made and treasured over the 3 years, I'll definitely remember each and every one of you and continue to keep our friendship going. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tbBgexxII/AAAAAAAAA64/EG3kT-AxeYc/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544656064398466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tbBgexxII/AAAAAAAAA64/EG3kT-AxeYc/s320/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta44zYxtI/AAAAAAAAA6o/mGoS8AQFg9g/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544507974469330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta44zYxtI/AAAAAAAAA6o/mGoS8AQFg9g/s320/DSC02193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blacks and the whites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta4eO5k6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/pcS8mNpBctI/s1600-h/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544500842107810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta4eO5k6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/pcS8mNpBctI/s320/DSC02195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta4LUrgNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/iLkx04IQHPo/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544495766077650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta4LUrgNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/iLkx04IQHPo/s320/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta3dwmAKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/M4snJG_y-I8/s1600-h/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544483535126690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta3dwmAKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/M4snJG_y-I8/s320/DSC02207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SNEF people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta24a5w2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/_xBl9dUeJwM/s1600-h/DSC02216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544473512035170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4ta24a5w2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/_xBl9dUeJwM/s320/DSC02216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tbBFWaZXI/AAAAAAAAA6w/S6fgBhCmGxc/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544648781555058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tbBFWaZXI/AAAAAAAAA6w/S6fgBhCmGxc/s320/DSC02212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tal0fcWbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/nVt5TVSFRhY/s1600-h/DSC02217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544180399561138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tal0fcWbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/nVt5TVSFRhY/s320/DSC02217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies from Sem 2.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taljl89BI/AAAAAAAAA54/nIYnEeagGRw/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544175863460882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taljl89BI/AAAAAAAAA54/nIYnEeagGRw/s320/DSC02222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel, our 3B08 boss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4talOwSaUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IG8s2Ls-sfg/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544170269665602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4talOwSaUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IG8s2Ls-sfg/s320/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wendy. the best of friends in 3B08 and the one of the closest girls in Clique 2.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tak5pdk8I/AAAAAAAAA5o/dEv2l6-5ENE/s1600-h/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544164603892674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tak5pdk8I/AAAAAAAAA5o/dEv2l6-5ENE/s320/DSC02227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4takvH-0xI/AAAAAAAAA5g/OS6waskLd7U/s1600-h/DSC02229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544161779110674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4takvH-0xI/AAAAAAAAA5g/OS6waskLd7U/s320/DSC02229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely groupmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taV3VCDSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/YwylgnNh3YQ/s1600-h/DSC02230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543906283293986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taV3VCDSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/YwylgnNh3YQ/s320/DSC02230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minyi. my 2.2 HR groupmate cum Kelly mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taVJotPRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4pa-sdeodiU/s1600-h/DSC02231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543894017785106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taVJotPRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4pa-sdeodiU/s320/DSC02231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taUhfzefI/AAAAAAAAA5I/s34keQ7FkBY/s1600-h/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543883243026930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taUhfzefI/AAAAAAAAA5I/s34keQ7FkBY/s320/DSC02232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taUC0B-FI/AAAAAAAAA5A/A-AsVmOuKmM/s1600-h/DSC02264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543875006363730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taUC0B-FI/AAAAAAAAA5A/A-AsVmOuKmM/s320/DSC02264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taTkYGVFI/AAAAAAAAA44/BzumI497Xus/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543866836145234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4taTkYGVFI/AAAAAAAAA44/BzumI497Xus/s320/DSC02239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ83FhYqI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LjsZWgGxi6o/s1600-h/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543476721509026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ83FhYqI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LjsZWgGxi6o/s320/DSC02245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique 2.2 guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ8f_WePI/AAAAAAAAA4o/wwvYWudcGo4/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543470521612530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ8f_WePI/AAAAAAAAA4o/wwvYWudcGo4/s320/DSC02250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ8PJQ46I/AAAAAAAAA4g/ReMUbWKnNC8/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543465999786914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ8PJQ46I/AAAAAAAAA4g/ReMUbWKnNC8/s320/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ7xZ5-eI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/9jYoB5l5AlY/s1600-h/DSC02255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543458016524770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ7xZ5-eI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/9jYoB5l5AlY/s320/DSC02255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ7tC9yZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CYindi496RI/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543456846563730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZ7tC9yZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CYindi496RI/s320/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee and us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZo7sOn1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/9iJmqDRwWK8/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543134360215378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZo7sOn1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/9iJmqDRwWK8/s320/DSC02260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZoR53UhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/kbDZrxsSh2Y/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543123143119378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZoR53UhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/kbDZrxsSh2Y/s320/DSC02261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZoC49nXI/AAAAAAAAA34/CRJ2Yb-rJQI/s1600-h/DSC02262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543119112805746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZoC49nXI/AAAAAAAAA34/CRJ2Yb-rJQI/s320/DSC02262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZn40PsMI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DcKNTO8k8fQ/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543116408664258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZn40PsMI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DcKNTO8k8fQ/s320/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZnQrAvNI/AAAAAAAAA3o/8JOS4yWx5Zw/s1600-h/DSC02273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543105632517330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZnQrAvNI/AAAAAAAAA3o/8JOS4yWx5Zw/s320/DSC02273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZTiXe4VI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FcToeHv20pY/s1600-h/DSC02276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542766785061202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZTiXe4VI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FcToeHv20pY/s320/DSC02276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZTRJUDsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/AOrBmYz3fR4/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542762162228930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZTRJUDsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/AOrBmYz3fR4/s320/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZSz0JakI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/38p4_4KBD-w/s1600-h/DSC02285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542754288822850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZSz0JakI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/38p4_4KBD-w/s320/DSC02285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZSs03ZxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/zADyvNRJG34/s1600-h/DSC02287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542752412788498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZSs03ZxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/zADyvNRJG34/s320/DSC02287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZSBr-y-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/DgR9y2jdkNM/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542740832799714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tZSBr-y-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/DgR9y2jdkNM/s320/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY5Z3XuEI/AAAAAAAAA24/qdsepHFTyqg/s1600-h/DSC02306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542317826291778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY5Z3XuEI/AAAAAAAAA24/qdsepHFTyqg/s320/DSC02306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY4yrDQJI/AAAAAAAAA2w/twGy7V38nmM/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542307305635986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY4yrDQJI/AAAAAAAAA2w/twGy7V38nmM/s320/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY4jG9npI/AAAAAAAAA2o/YQtuGHdWUFo/s1600-h/DSC02310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542303127740050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY4jG9npI/AAAAAAAAA2o/YQtuGHdWUFo/s320/DSC02310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY4N64J7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/gzk0-C_TC7Q/s1600-h/DSC02300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542297439905714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY4N64J7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/gzk0-C_TC7Q/s320/DSC02300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique 2.2!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY33bsIaI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nG3AuVJSCu0/s1600-h/3B08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542291403514274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tY33bsIaI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nG3AuVJSCu0/s320/3B08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AY09/10 - 3B08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-8262967961110923031?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8262967961110923031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8262967961110923031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8262967961110923031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8262967961110923031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/26th-feb-2010-celebration-of-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S4tbBgexxII/AAAAAAAAA64/EG3kT-AxeYc/s72-c/DSC02192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-3839928980176320845</id><published>2010-02-12T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:52:24.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday marked 3B08's last tutorial cum presentation. Thursday marked our last lecture. The past 3 years at TP have given me many many many memories, good and bad. Memories that make me smile and laugh till my stomach hurts and memories that made me cry. I'm definitely going to miss TP and remember all the memories I had there, never forget the friendships made there and for most friendships, if not all, make it last even when we leave. (: and I can only say, sem 2.2 to 3.2 have been the happiest times I had in TP. thank you to all who made the last 3 semesters a wonderful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S3T33ERlDiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/w3Si96im8g4/s1600-h/3B08+class+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437243175555370530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S3T33ERlDiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/w3Si96im8g4/s320/3B08+class+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wonderful 3B08. they're really a wonderful and nice batch of class! definitely going to miss each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S3T3iw2bpOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GcZfgwgUPq4/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437242826743850210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S3T3iw2bpOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GcZfgwgUPq4/s320/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S3T3iY2LFVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Rm2NqZ62hb0/s1600-h/DSC01933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437242820300313938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/S3T3iY2LFVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Rm2NqZ62hb0/s320/DSC01933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my lovely groupmates cum clique (part of them, or at least my clique in 3B08). I'm gonna miss tutorials and lectures with them and the others. I'm gonna miss doing projects with them. but I know it's not going to stop here. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friendship in Clique 2.2 is just going to get stronger even after we leave TP. And i'll always remember how clique 2.2 came about. We formed this clique in 2.2 and it's going to be a clique that lasts forever. thanks for the memories and fun times each and everyone have given me especially to shu peng, wendy, liang yi, ke yuan, hao you, melvin and poh tiong. The clique somehow started with just the 8 of us but it got bigger to the 13 of us now. Let's continue to build more memories together, alright? you people will always have a special place in my heart. and no matter who is it, so long as you need a listening ear or a helping hand, I'll always be there. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&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/15921949-3839928980176320845?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3839928980176320845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3839928980176320845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3839928980176320845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3839928980176320845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-marked-3b08s-last-tutorial-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/S3T33ERlDiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/w3Si96im8g4/s72-c/3B08+class+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-7583800411910833307</id><published>2010-01-31T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:54:45.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanted to jot this down cause today's incident in church gave me a sense of achievement. this new girl joined our class today. She was really very shy and stood outside the class with her parents, refusing to come in. Her parents couldn't handle her despite her dad trying to persuade her to join the class and ease her anxiety. I noticed her mum was at the door so I went out and asked if they needed help. Seeing the little girl filled with anxiety, I tried talking to her and convincing her that the class was friendly and would definitely welcome her. I opened the door and got my partner to get the class to sing to show her how fun the class would be. With much persuasion, she finally said ok to sit in but she was still shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil ones had some craftwork to do after that and I tried getting her to sit with some of the kids but she refused and I didn't force her. When some of them finished, they came to talk to me so I asked them to make friends with her. They really were friendly and after some talking, she opened up a little and introduced herself and shook hands with some of them. It was really sweet to know that she slowly opened up despite still feeling shy and scared. But she really was a brave lil girl. And I'm glad I didn't give up initially when she didn't want to come in. At the end of the lesson, I felt happy and a sense of achievement. At the same time, I'm really proud and happy to have a group of lil darlings who could make a new kid slowly feel welcome. Really really proud of them! :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7583800411910833307?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7583800411910833307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7583800411910833307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7583800411910833307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7583800411910833307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wanted-to-jot-this-down-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-1979472932848271548</id><published>2010-01-30T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:04:30.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's been pretty hectic ever since it started again. but I'm not complaining. cause I'm having way lots of fun despite those "favourite" projects and tests and the upcoming exams. with Clique 2.2, school is fun all the time and everytime anywhere! (: -loves-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Catechism classes started as well. being another year of level rep is even more busier with auntie tina no longer level rep but core rep, leaving things to me and auntie dot to handle, manage and plan. but thank God for my lovely, fabulous and understand partners who understand my work load both in school and as a level rep. auntie dot handles minor planning but I do more. so stress level is obviously high in addition to school.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;kids are adorable, no matter how noisy they get. they just add smiles to my face. that was what I reflected upon after helping out at the 4.45pm class today. auntie mona is good at handling kids. tim has his own way too. and his way of handling them is damn funny. and actually, the class is good with just auntie mona and tim. they can handle the class just that maybe tim is not too experienced and auntie mona is new. but really, they just have their way with kids. like how I have my way with my own class. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1979472932848271548?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1979472932848271548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1979472932848271548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1979472932848271548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1979472932848271548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/schools-been-pretty-hectic-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-1197730316179514556</id><published>2009-12-28T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:20:01.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was pretty nice though quiet. I didn't have any christmas parties, just some nice meeting up with my god-sis and her family. and gosh, my god-nephew is so cute!! Jaden's just so adorable. he's my little cutie pie. plus, he's on my wallpaper for my new phone. lol. totally adorable for a 17 month old baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;this may be the last post for 2009. the next time I blog will most likely be in 2010. I had a good start to 2009. I left unhappy memories and experiences behind in 2008. Although there were some unhappy memories this year, be it school (SIP) or between friends, I'm glad that all these are now over (well, at least more or less over) and overall, this year's been a pretty good year for me other than that. but it is these experiences and happenings that made me grow up and realise once again who are the people who will be by your side when things don't seem good for you. and because of that, I'm thankful for it and I'll keep these memories, good or bad, close to my heart. (: I started with a good start, so naturally, I want to end it off nicely and begin 2010 on a good note! and yes, 2010 will be another great year, filled with fun, surprises and lots of memories for me to take away! (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1197730316179514556?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1197730316179514556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1197730316179514556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1197730316179514556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1197730316179514556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-this-year-was-pretty-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-605355869361910835</id><published>2009-12-15T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:21:10.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just something to share - The best things in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SycGY8UTJZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_8-LXlRAGxE/s1600-h/the+best+things+in+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415304102514206098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SycGY8UTJZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_8-LXlRAGxE/s320/the+best+things+in+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-605355869361910835?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/605355869361910835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=605355869361910835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/605355869361910835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/605355869361910835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-something-to-share-best-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/SycGY8UTJZI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_8-LXlRAGxE/s72-c/the+best+things+in+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-5631559584128138256</id><published>2009-12-09T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:24:38.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like venting out my frustrations here but I decided not to, lest they ('I'm not referring to Clique 2.2 or my other friends) happen to google search and find my blog. but gosh, it's damn frsutrating and irritating and really making me pissed off. friends who I've told to will know why. it's just totally ARGH!! but right now, I'm starting to feel calm. hateful emotions will start again tmr or friday morning. trust me, they just simply spoil my day. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, K session with Clique 2.2 and Wen Tong although not everyone from the clique went. but still, had fun with them. it's been ages since I last went to sing. lol. and yes, the company I had today really made me smile and laugh and definitely made me feel better especially after the damn chat and sms. thanks peeps for unknowingly putting a smile on my face and helping me to destress. maybe only wendy knew what happened during the K session today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clique 2.2 rock my world with...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the jokes they tell, the laughter they add to my life and the smiles they give me unknowingly. thanks for making me smile and laugh when I've had bad days that you lovely peeps don't know and can't tell. LOVE YOU PEOPLE MUCH MUCH!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5631559584128138256?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5631559584128138256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5631559584128138256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5631559584128138256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5631559584128138256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-venting-out-my-frustrations.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-5170742532537545068</id><published>2009-12-01T21:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:38:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from my Bangkok trip!! had lots of fun and did quite a bit of shopping and eating. think I put on weight after this trip but it's ok cause I truly enjoyed myself. some pics to share. the rest are on Facebook. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUYDw1zk0I/AAAAAAAAA1A/tJ96obf7B5E/s1600/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256980284773186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUYDw1zk0I/AAAAAAAAA1A/tJ96obf7B5E/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hotel we stayed in and the place was nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9_AErdI/AAAAAAAAA04/ph39YJUETU8/s1600/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256881006718418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9_AErdI/AAAAAAAAA04/ph39YJUETU8/s320/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9t-IbQI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Zp727-iJLtE/s1600/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256876435172610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9t-IbQI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Zp727-iJLtE/s320/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9Z5VTWI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cqlwavbxcmA/s1600/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256871046335842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9Z5VTWI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cqlwavbxcmA/s320/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some thai food - paad thai (fried rice noodles) and tom yum soup. yum! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9FAQGCI/AAAAAAAAA0g/G0ijh5Z-K9M/s1600/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256865438210082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX9FAQGCI/AAAAAAAAA0g/G0ijh5Z-K9M/s320/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banana crepe with vanilla ice-cream from Loft @ Central. this was great!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX8zSGTTI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/fhRwoVnbUUI/s1600/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256860681227570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUX8zSGTTI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/fhRwoVnbUUI/s320/DSC01564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXw5NI9PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_8jlDzGPdt0/s1600/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256656112612594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXw5NI9PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_8jlDzGPdt0/s320/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXwpPA5cI/AAAAAAAAA0I/KdpVr04TrSM/s1600/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256651825505730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXwpPA5cI/AAAAAAAAA0I/KdpVr04TrSM/s320/DSC01566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more thai desserts. totally love the mango sticky rice. literally a must-eat in Thailand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXwa0QRgI/AAAAAAAAA0A/dwc3JlfsFEA/s1600/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256647955170818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXwa0QRgI/AAAAAAAAA0A/dwc3JlfsFEA/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXv4IiOhI/AAAAAAAAAz4/2QFD9520h0U/s1600/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256638644992530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXv4IiOhI/AAAAAAAAAz4/2QFD9520h0U/s320/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the poolside for breakfast. the view was totally wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXvhKOemI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KGbeAcozd-c/s1600/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256632478071394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXvhKOemI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KGbeAcozd-c/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXY7revCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NUUeYu-Pj9s/s1600/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256244459879458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXY7revCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NUUeYu-Pj9s/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after shopping at Chatuchak, we took some pics while waiting for the rest of the group for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXYbgVgMI/AAAAAAAAAzY/wPsW7hs1GrA/s1600/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256235823202498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXYbgVgMI/AAAAAAAAAzY/wPsW7hs1GrA/s320/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a thai snack - flying saucers. quite good. but can get quite sick of it because of the coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXYO8vUhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ok1PJ0iIVqQ/s1600/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256232452674066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXYO8vUhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ok1PJ0iIVqQ/s320/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner was steamboat at MBK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXX2Wh2UI/AAAAAAAAAzI/TXC-nVrEw2w/s1600/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256225849956674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUXX2Wh2UI/AAAAAAAAAzI/TXC-nVrEw2w/s320/DSC01622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breakfast for the last day. a heart-shaped sausage that pat took. thought it was pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWy4Y2RLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/dv19wselBPI/s1600/DSC01631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255590741394610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWy4Y2RLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/dv19wselBPI/s320/DSC01631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWyo2LHgI/AAAAAAAAAy4/c347GUlceec/s1600/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255586569428482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWyo2LHgI/AAAAAAAAAy4/c347GUlceec/s320/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWyek8cyI/AAAAAAAAAyw/cDNCyBNfiiA/s1600/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255583812809506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWyek8cyI/AAAAAAAAAyw/cDNCyBNfiiA/s320/DSC01633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWxz4c0GI/AAAAAAAAAyo/O37IWZewSQo/s1600/DSC01639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255572351897698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWxz4c0GI/AAAAAAAAAyo/O37IWZewSQo/s320/DSC01639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner at some restaurant serving chinese food at the airport. food was pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWxnJKJiI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fg8VPPe-rKw/s1600/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255568932316706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUWxnJKJiI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fg8VPPe-rKw/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the group I was travelling with other than my parents and sisters. it was fun travelling with the aunties and uncles - mum's makan kakis. lol. had quite a bit of tom yum soup the last few days at BKK. very different from what we have in Singapore. it's not sour or too spicy. totally great for someone who loves thai food but can't take spicy stuff. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back in school. life has been great. after 12 weeks, this is the first time I'm quite happy and smiling from my heart. really enjoying school and I'm going to make the most out of it, get the best memories for the remaining weeks in school before we all graduate. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something random - I learnt that when you don't force things to go your way and let nature take its course, things will be better. although the outcome of some things are not what I wish for, but right now, I'm happy with how things are now, happy with the current status quo. cause I believe that if it's mine, no matter how long it's away from me, it'll still return to me at the end of the day. so no point forcing things. if things remain as how it is now or get better in a good way, I'm contented already. p.s: don't worry, I'm okay. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-5170742532537545068?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5170742532537545068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5170742532537545068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5170742532537545068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5170742532537545068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-my-bangkok-trip-had-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/SxUYDw1zk0I/AAAAAAAAA1A/tJ96obf7B5E/s72-c/DSC01557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-4647772341260741088</id><published>2009-11-27T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:13:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after 12 weeks of working life, I said good-bye to the routine life of waking up the same time everyday, taking the same train everyday, reaching the office the same time everyday and looking forward to the end of the routine day at 6pm. SIP finally came to an end. we all survived 12 weeks of SIP, survived the hardships that the working society gave us. although I'm glad that SIP is finally over (due to many reasons why I'm glad), on my way home today, I suddenly wondered what would the office life be after I leave. lol. but owells, I'm just glad I survived the last 12 weeks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to Bangkok in a few hours. my 1st trip to Bangkok. so looking forward to it. the urge for a shopping spree has been going on since weeks ago. finally now I get to go on my long-awaited holiday. lol. will be back on Monday midnight with many pictures and presents and memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school on monday. quite excited. after 12 weeks away from school, I miss school so much. lol. and of course, my dearest jie is back in school as well! which means more meet-ups! (: going to make my last semester at TP an unforgettable one with many many happy and precious memories! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-4647772341260741088?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4647772341260741088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=4647772341260741088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4647772341260741088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4647772341260741088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-12-weeks-of-working-life-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-5982913189491833469</id><published>2009-10-16T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:17:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the only time you see me online for long hours is on friday nights and saturday. even on sundays, I'm online for a few hours unless I decide to use my laptop in the afternoon. better still, sometimes on sundays, I don't feel like using the laptop. why? cause I've had enough of facing a monitor screen 9 hours from Monday to Friday. so I'd rather spend weekday nights with my family, thus I'm not online most of the time. and despite being online on Fridays and Saturdays, I've been lazy to blog. which explains why my blog 'died' for close to 1 month. ok, enough of the randomnising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, I've got to start planning for Clique 2.2 dinner date this coming week. now that's something worth looking forward to this coming week, especially when work hasn't been good recently and it just gets you sian and lazy and no mood to work. despite seeing them 2 weeks ago, yet it seems ages since I last saw them. so I guess it really is time to do some planning. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timetable's out. this coming semester's pretty slack. 3 subjects and I think only 2 exam-based subjects if I'm not wrong. we're all still in the same class, no doubt. timetable's pretty slack as well. school starts at 1 on Monday, 9 from Tuesday to Thursday and 3 on Friday. and there's only 1 lesson on Friday, which is MA2 and because the tutor is the same tutor as last sem, no big hope of ending that 3 hour tutorial early. and one thing bad this time round is that you can't check friends' timetables to see if they end the same time as you. now that truly sucks but you can't do anything if school end different times. well, at least we're still together during lectures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, something not so positive to end off. I know that if she ever leaves us one day, out of the 4 of us, I'll be greatly affected the most. I mean, she's only away for 3 days and yet, I cried till my eyes were swollen and red that I wore my specs to work and colleagues asked if I was ok. away for 3 days and I cried till steph had to try to calm me down. and while talking to her just now, my voice sounded shaky that she thought I was crying again. which actually I was, a little. see how much she means to me? see how much I'm so attached to her? see how much the 2006 incident changed me? to be honest, I really don't know what to do if I lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, mummy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5982913189491833469?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5982913189491833469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5982913189491833469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5982913189491833469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5982913189491833469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-time-you-see-me-online-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6326188649217742974</id><published>2009-09-19T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:57:14.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while others have a 3 day long weekend this week, I had a 6 day long weekend. reason being I was on MC since wednesday till friday and then the long weekend. didn't even go for Clique 2.2 dinner date on thursday. headed back to work on friday but was sent home by my colleagues for still not feeling too well. basically, thursday and friday was feeling worse than the first day. and I hate being sick cause it just makes me super duper damn emotional. I almost cried while talking to mum and steph while on the way to the MRT station after being sent back. the feeling just sucks. so at the end of week 2 of SIP, I only worked 2 days. and I'm back to work on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to TM for dinner just now with my sisters. today was feeling a lot better already. didn't keep wanting to sleep as compared to the last 3 days. still on medication but hopefully I'll be ok by tmr or at least by monday. bumped into poh li when we were at Manpuku having dessert. and my sis made me blog this. the following convo was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why you never say hers (pat's dessert) nice?&lt;br /&gt;steph: cause I don't take chocolate&lt;br /&gt;pat: (in a matter of fact voice) but chocolate is good. it makes you FAT!!&lt;br /&gt;steph: . . . (accompanied by 2 seconds of silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all burst out laughing. lol. and we were talking about other stuff as well. really had a great time with the sisters this evening despite feeling a little off. enjoyed the company. really appreciate them a lot and I treasure them. family members are the ones who will walk with you and be with you at every moments of your life, be it good or bad. really had fun tonight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6326188649217742974?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6326188649217742974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6326188649217742974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6326188649217742974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6326188649217742974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-others-have-3-day-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3547730580782135141</id><published>2009-09-13T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:39:53.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time check: 10.40pm. this means I'm about to go off to dreamland real soon. zzz. i never used to have monday blues even back in school. maybe cause there's the great company and all. but today, I'm starting to feel this feeling known as Monday Blues. and when Monday Blues meets sian-ness, the feeling's just get worse. and well, hopefully some of us help kill each other's boredom through the high-technology equipment - the handphone. lol. jia you people. I know we can do it. and I know I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidetrack, I can't wait for Thursday. 95% meeting Clique 2.2 up for dinner that day. it's a form of motivation for me cause it's something for me to look forward to. and I hope it's something for the rest to look forward to as well. cya peeps on Thursday!! for now, I miss you peeps! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday faster come. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the day I'm looking forward to this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3547730580782135141?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3547730580782135141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3547730580782135141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3547730580782135141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3547730580782135141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-check-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6727116167488075012</id><published>2009-09-10T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:40:45.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 2 of work kept me a little more busy than day 1, which is a good thing. and while i was doing the boring filing, the smses kept me entertained and made me smile. hopefully, there'll be smses every now and then each day even though we all may take some time to reply. but nah, i only sms when i'm free or when i need to take a 1 min breather from work. that's why i say, we all take some time to reply. colleagues are pretty nice which makes work a lil better but the conclusion is still those smses from the clique and the dears. (: so peeps, entertain me whenever possible. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam results are out. did better than expected. a big big big improvement from sem 2.2 which is a good thing. now hopefully my GPA goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, it is often the unforeseen circumstances, matters involving life and death and what happened in the past that make me treasure and cherish those around me even more, both family and friends. maybe which simply explains why I'm exceptionally close to my family after 2006, especially my stickiness to my mum. some of my friends who knew what happened in the past will be able to understand why I'm feeling this way. but well, I guess this is simply the part and parcel of life. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6727116167488075012?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6727116167488075012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6727116167488075012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6727116167488075012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6727116167488075012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-2-of-work-kept-me-little-more-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2994311408929650333</id><published>2009-09-07T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:45:30.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having mixed feelings now. met Clique 2.2 up today for SIP launch. while some of us are happy with the location and pay, others aren't. but hey peeps, let's all see this as a learning experience ok? no matter where we're being posted to and what we'll be doing, remember that you have Clique 2.2 working hard with you, no matter where we are. so jia you people! I'll miss you guys lots so quick quick, arrange a gathering! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the initial feelings of anticipation, fear and misses, now it's no longer anticipation but more of misses and a little more of fear. really sets me wondering when we'll meet each other again! from year 1 till now, CLique 2.2's the only group I'm super duper close with and I enjoy every gathering with them. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, chalet pics up when I've received the set from poh li. so till then;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2994311408929650333?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2994311408929650333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2994311408929650333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2994311408929650333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2994311408929650333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/having-mixed-feelings-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6858780705975385546</id><published>2009-08-30T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:30:44.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good weather to sleep, but bad weather to go out and play. the rain spoilt our fun and mood, leaving the four of us upset and disappointed. we were so looking forward to today's outing but sigh, the weather's sooo unpredictable. so all 4 of us stayed home instead. now there goes my intended surprise. but thankfully, although I feel bad about it, but I've found one who is willing to double bike me (again). hmmm, how bout the other if we go night cycling? *thinks and wonders* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday faster come (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6858780705975385546?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6858780705975385546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6858780705975385546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6858780705975385546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6858780705975385546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-weather-to-sleep-but-bad-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-23895812906009439</id><published>2009-08-29T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:01:25.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 weeks of intensive studying is finally over! and I've regained my freedom from books and lecture notes! lol. well, at least for 3 months or so. hopefully when SIP start, it won't be so hectic as compared to life when you go to school everyday. lol. and talking about SIP, it's getting nearer as the days pass. another week or so. gosh, I'm looking forward to it yet scared I'll screw it up. but owells, take one thing at a time! for now, it's time to relax and enjoy that one week break of mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week break is filled with activities. literally starting from today. but I'm not complaining. at least there's things for me to do rather than stay home and slack. here's basically my schedule for the next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Aug - dinner at night with family and relatives to celebrate the other August baby's birthday&lt;br /&gt;30th Aug - the long-awaited Hyper 4 date! (:&lt;br /&gt;31st Aug - CATS meeting at night. may meet hui yee during the day if not will spend it with the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;1st Sept - currently free.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Sept to 3rd Sept - 2.2 chalet! (: meeting a few from Clique 2.2 at 7.30am to buy the food for chalet before they head back to my place to prepare! can't wait for it!! (:&lt;br /&gt;4th Sept - back from chalet!&lt;br /&gt;5th and 6th Sept - currently free&lt;br /&gt;7th Sept - SIP launch&lt;br /&gt;8th Sept - out with mum to find my SIP location&lt;br /&gt;9th Sept - start of SIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how packed my holiday is? but dears, no worries, I'll find time to meet you peeps if you ask me out! haha. so yup, that's my schedule! anyway, will upload my recent pics when I'm done compiling them. haha. till then;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as daylight draws nearer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself not wanting to sleep tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;despite being tired&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-23895812906009439?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/23895812906009439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=23895812906009439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/23895812906009439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/23895812906009439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-weeks-of-intensive-studying-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7545309468982750780</id><published>2009-08-21T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:06:27.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st 2 papers today. screwed it up a little but just hoping I get more than just a pass. shall focus on the remaining 3 papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet's coming soon! looking forward to it. but more discussion for chalet will be after exams. and I'm sure everyone will have lots of fun before we start our SIP. this holiday is a super duper short one for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, heard that the guys have received letters from MINDEF. while telling mummy just now, suddenly had this feeling. it feels different to know that your close guy friends are going NS and when you hear your other guy friends or friends' bros or bfs going army. haha. gosh, suddenly so sentimental. lol. although there's still another year or so, but right now, I think I'll miss them. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm counting down to 30th August!!! &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7545309468982750780?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7545309468982750780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7545309468982750780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7545309468982750780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7545309468982750780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-2-papers-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2435858576158933906</id><published>2009-08-15T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:03:32.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's so not productive. supposed to be studying but kept using my laptop, watching tv and walking around the house. and just now after dinner, still could go shopping for my shoes for SIP and I did manage to get it! and one pair is an early birthday present from my sister! so nice of her while the other pair was paid by mummy and this simply makes me a happy girl! (: well, hopefully tmr will be better, at least more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after today's lil shopping, I've come to know that I've got many people around me who love and dote on me! the end of events and things doesn't always mean the end of the world. cause it is times like this when you need someone, some friends may leave you but this group of people will always be by you, supporting you and loving you and they are your family. (: to my family and my friends who have stood by me through thick and thin and always supporting me, I LOVE YOU!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2435858576158933906?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2435858576158933906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2435858576158933906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2435858576158933906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2435858576158933906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-so-not-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-5098547272634442069</id><published>2009-08-09T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:44:51.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly have the urge to blog here. lol. national day today so wishing all my dears and friends a HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!! while some of us are out partying and celebrating with other friends, the rest of us are at home watching the NDP on tv. I actually was looking for people to go out with today but come to think of it now, staying home and celebrating national day with your own loved ones seem to be a better idea! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a bit crappy while talking to my eldest sis just now but it didn't seem real to me. it seemed like a pretence. jie and a few others know what I did. and they were quite surprised to know that I did such a thing. just wanna tell you friends out there that I'll be fine. yes it hurts and I'll tear and cry but I'll move on. your friend here is strong in her own ways and she'll stand on her feet real soon so you'll see the usual her again! so don't worry too much about me, k? especially jie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to irritating my eldest sis in her room and enjoying the NDP! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5098547272634442069?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5098547272634442069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5098547272634442069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5098547272634442069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5098547272634442069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-have-urge-to-blog-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2832337380190226511</id><published>2009-08-06T16:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:49:32.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! haven't been updating often cause of projects. but now that projects are over, the fun is here to stay for a week before it's time to prepare for exams. but during this time, I still had my share of fun with clique outings plus the KSCC graduation of Clique 2.2! thus, the photo spam for this post. lol. enjoy the pics! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 July 2009, Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;headed to Sengkang cause some of us wanted to go fortune telling. so we went. followed by dinner at Orchard. wendy only joined us for fortune telling before meeting her other friends for dinner. had fun during dinner with the laughs and jokes and the game. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSdIlOqoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ghl6JrqdFtc/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762935182862978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSdIlOqoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ghl6JrqdFtc/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqScne5TtI/AAAAAAAAAxo/3jxosGNLe5s/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762926297927378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqScne5TtI/AAAAAAAAAxo/3jxosGNLe5s/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762922020763058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqScXjI9bI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FGdYZ-VAE2U/s320/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is our hell... pics below are some random pics we took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSP3QrrbI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YEW6Ze94Ay8/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762707194981810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSP3QrrbI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YEW6Ze94Ay8/s320/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSPukY6uI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/t6oNEAwpSfA/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762704861719266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSPukY6uI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/t6oNEAwpSfA/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSPPoJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iuWq5e4WL4I/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762696556010642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSPPoJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iuWq5e4WL4I/s320/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying out heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSO8A6muI/AAAAAAAAAxA/iRxOYiSxEGk/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762691291159266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSO8A6muI/AAAAAAAAAxA/iRxOYiSxEGk/s320/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell was horrible! which explains the look on my face. credits to liang yi who took some of the pics as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSO6g1QCI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8lfrEgK2HVw/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762690888155170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSO6g1QCI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8lfrEgK2HVw/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR8Wi4vrI/AAAAAAAAAww/-yzKSwGr6jg/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762371995451058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR8Wi4vrI/AAAAAAAAAww/-yzKSwGr6jg/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said he looked sexually harrassed. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR8E73hsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_bemwAj0uQo/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762367268390594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR8E73hsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_bemwAj0uQo/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR73YnJYI/AAAAAAAAAwg/50RanMB8c70/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762363630855554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR73YnJYI/AAAAAAAAAwg/50RanMB8c70/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a face. thanks ah liang yi. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR7lgRcoI/AAAAAAAAAwY/EN17yrx_xEo/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762358831149698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR7lgRcoI/AAAAAAAAAwY/EN17yrx_xEo/s320/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR7Tjvq_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8VYXeo-yJF0/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762354013875186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqR7Tjvq_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8VYXeo-yJF0/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRo-aqz0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ym4mvPp-Q_k/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762039101017922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRo-aqz0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ym4mvPp-Q_k/s320/DSC01271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRoKI4mjI/AAAAAAAAAwA/M2DzJHE4IaQ/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762025067780658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRoKI4mjI/AAAAAAAAAwA/M2DzJHE4IaQ/s320/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRn0YwvaI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AO5EhxYnPx0/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762019228794274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRn0YwvaI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AO5EhxYnPx0/s320/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRnpeXV_I/AAAAAAAAAvw/OiYeAS3Dew4/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762016299505650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRnpeXV_I/AAAAAAAAAvw/OiYeAS3Dew4/s320/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all our different expressions after eating hell. lol. and eating hell is the result of guessing the correct number in zhong ji mi ma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRnazOPHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/akjqyHzB4oI/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366762012360457330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRnazOPHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/akjqyHzB4oI/s320/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;camwhoring in the lift. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRJ79fC0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/20w_X4udg-o/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366761505865796418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRJ79fC0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/20w_X4udg-o/s320/DSC01284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us without ke yuan. cause he didn't want to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRJrkHqjI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YS45K3nSnZk/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366761501464439346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRJrkHqjI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YS45K3nSnZk/s320/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and shu peng (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRIzpsbHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XWxLW-dBqak/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366761486455434354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRIzpsbHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XWxLW-dBqak/s320/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoyed the company for that night. really had fun and it was nice to destress after FA project. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 July 2009, Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; KSCC presentation. went for the presentation after MA lecture to give moral support to the clique. was their photographer for that day but I had fun too. happy to see all of them "graduating" after 12 weeks of attachment. although I completed mine last sem, but I had fun seeing them through their attachment. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRIukvI-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/kFpXscrT3KA/s1600-h/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366761485092463586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRIukvI-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/kFpXscrT3KA/s320/DSC01335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRIeVlIqI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tFDjSbCuhRI/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366761480733926050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqRIeVlIqI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tFDjSbCuhRI/s320/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the AY 09/10 Kelly Graduates group photo! we're all Kelly Graduates now! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPz30syI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4coJLEEB4pI/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366760507262153506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPz30syI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4coJLEEB4pI/s320/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a face after receiving his cert. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPtcZY_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/nmk5kGpotzU/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366760505536504818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPtcZY_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/nmk5kGpotzU/s320/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the HR and finance people! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPVlrc2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/f0bZK1WqTZI/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366760499132986210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPVlrc2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/f0bZK1WqTZI/s320/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPDAYeeI/AAAAAAAAAug/CqMsKplIO8w/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366760494144715234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQPDAYeeI/AAAAAAAAAug/CqMsKplIO8w/s320/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Monday PM group with our CM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQO3RSwEI/AAAAAAAAAuY/tiwaF_UQKZU/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366760490994417730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqQO3RSwEI/AAAAAAAAAuY/tiwaF_UQKZU/s320/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ke yuan and kok hao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPmm2UYbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WNc4JO7aq7s/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759799391543730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPmm2UYbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WNc4JO7aq7s/s320/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's the flower. they're the.. thorns? lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPmX2rKCI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gbXqGRdICjI/s1600-h/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759795366504482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPmX2rKCI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gbXqGRdICjI/s320/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPmI_msKI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UbLpkcPC22c/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759791377428642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPmI_msKI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UbLpkcPC22c/s320/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my classmates! and they're the Thursday AM group!! great presentation by them. especially the poem they specially wrote for Vincent. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPl8YFV2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/riiihw_zpgM/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759787990439778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPl8YFV2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/riiihw_zpgM/s320/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's Clique 2.2, with wentong and simon. sry for the blur quality. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 August 2009, Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Clique 2.2 headed to City Hall during our 5 hours break for our long-awaited dim sum buffet. we were very full and had fun. now this was really an outing after all our projects and we enojyed ourselves before heading back to school for FA lecture. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPlkFo1pI/AAAAAAAAAtw/y15k2VvK5N0/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759781470623378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPlkFo1pI/AAAAAAAAAtw/y15k2VvK5N0/s320/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the number of dim sum we ordered and there was still more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPHtRnM5I/AAAAAAAAAto/HZ5WLU2udqk/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759268540691346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPHtRnM5I/AAAAAAAAAto/HZ5WLU2udqk/s320/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPHBjtS4I/AAAAAAAAAtg/lP2_W37r6B0/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759256805428098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPHBjtS4I/AAAAAAAAAtg/lP2_W37r6B0/s320/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPGwM-_vI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Fo09BG38h2w/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759252146716402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPGwM-_vI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Fo09BG38h2w/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some random shots. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPGpHnbXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/u-Q2a6T_98w/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759250245152114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPGpHnbXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/u-Q2a6T_98w/s320/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's ben, our ke yuan #2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPGWCR_GI/AAAAAAAAAtI/00vGQ_RTNGc/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759245122501730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqPGWCR_GI/AAAAAAAAAtI/00vGQ_RTNGc/s320/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our dessert. mango pudding, herbal jelly (gui lin gao) and pulu hitam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOMC0B0cI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_UAcb-zR5SY/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366758243530035650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOMC0B0cI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_UAcb-zR5SY/s320/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting married?? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOL_V69FI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YaDnc1uLCcs/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366758242598450258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOL_V69FI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YaDnc1uLCcs/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ke yuan and mel irritating me with the so-called dance after they heard what lcy did after class. =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOLhBPMkI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pgwUiKSdBnE/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366758234458632770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOLhBPMkI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pgwUiKSdBnE/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guys filming an MV? lol. but nice effect! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOLcOiuwI/AAAAAAAAAso/aVMFF3jr8b4/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366758233172261634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOLcOiuwI/AAAAAAAAAso/aVMFF3jr8b4/s320/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us girls. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOK8rLZMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/OB2ZqaiOaJE/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366758224702432450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqOK8rLZMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/OB2ZqaiOaJE/s320/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally, Clique 2.2 although not everyone was there though. love the company each time we go out. let's have more of this after our exams and before our SIP. cause when SIP starts, we may not see each other that often although we say we'll try to meet at least once every 2 weeks. (: till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;these friendships are friendships that I treasure a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;love Clique 2.2 lots! &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-2832337380190226511?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2832337380190226511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2832337380190226511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2832337380190226511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2832337380190226511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-havent-been-updating-often-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/SnqSdIlOqoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ghl6JrqdFtc/s72-c/DSC01231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-1224678585731489575</id><published>2009-07-11T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:31:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long day today. dinner date with angeline after school. headed to Iluma @ Bugis to meet up with her. went to some Jap restaurant for dinner. ordered quite a few items and we shared food as well. paid for dinner cause everytime she pay and i never pay her back so felt bad about it. and that girl kept fighting with me to pay the bill. in the end, we came to a conclusion: each time we meet, one of us will pay and at the next outing, the other person will pay. and no going on budget! and we both agreed on it! lol. was too full so walked around before going for dessert at Cheeky Chocolate! we shared a choc fondue and she paid for it. conclusion for the dessert: not worth it. tasted better ones. lol. took pictures and headed home after that. really enjoyed my evening with her. took my mind off some things. hope to meet up with her again soon and with my other dears! (: pictures for the evening below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqaL5dpaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/UpD-4S7hOv8/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867279883445666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqaL5dpaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/UpD-4S7hOv8/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqZnQuwXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/AjOWXH9028I/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867270048924018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqZnQuwXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/AjOWXH9028I/s320/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqZ0aZs9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hGeOkCQ-C_E/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867273579148242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqZ0aZs9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hGeOkCQ-C_E/s320/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqaTzeBBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eh_rWe7OmmY/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867282005787666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqaTzeBBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eh_rWe7OmmY/s320/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sldqp-sDGwI/AAAAAAAAArA/7st3jYiPUdU/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867551215426306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sldqp-sDGwI/AAAAAAAAArA/7st3jYiPUdU/s320/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqqNBUnoI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZyhrwWS5va0/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867555062750850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqqNBUnoI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZyhrwWS5va0/s320/DSC01215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqahNQQyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/E0FwXWOLQeE/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867285603599138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqahNQQyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/E0FwXWOLQeE/s320/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqpuDhucI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kb2TzMI72dc/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867546750499266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqpuDhucI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kb2TzMI72dc/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqpysX9WI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uNvkEXam7MU/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356867547995567458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqpysX9WI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uNvkEXam7MU/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's my dearest friend! a friend who have come so far with me since year 1 till now. friends of 2 years and still counting! (: -loves- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-1224678585731489575?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1224678585731489575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1224678585731489575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1224678585731489575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1224678585731489575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/SldqaL5dpaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/UpD-4S7hOv8/s72-c/DSC01209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-5933679491485258086</id><published>2009-07-07T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:56:58.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a quick update: finally got back all my test results for mid-sem. overall, i'm pretty much happy with my results. big improvement as compared to last sem and i think i can do better for HR. well, this just means that i'm going to work harder for main exams. hopefully can pull my GPA up. and this has somehow put a small smile on my face. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mala steamboat yesterday after school with my sisters! love them so much! they knew i had craving for mala steamboat and they brought me to go eat! i'm glad i have such nice sisters! (: ok, off to bed soon. tmr's a long day again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 down, 3 more to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5933679491485258086?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5933679491485258086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5933679491485258086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5933679491485258086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5933679491485258086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-quick-update-finally-got-back-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-5444704397709896433</id><published>2009-07-03T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:02:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, I haven't been updating. been pretty busy with school work and projects. busy that i'm so tired of it and it makes me tired. well, maybe it's a good thing cause the moment my head touch my pillow, i'm off to dreamland! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back not too long ago from supper. supper with the clique is always fun and enjoyable! especially when there's ke yuan around. he never fails to make everyone laugh. glad to have such a friend like him! :) looking forward to the next supper outing, provided that mum and dad lets me go cause they say it's too late. but then again, isn't supper supposed to be late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to having and arranging meetups with friends, especially impromptus with nicole and caroline! it's always nice to meet them! cause we'll just talk and talk and talk and think about those secondary school days. and recently, i'm trying to keep myself real busy even if it's with projects and i don't want to come home so early. basically, it's to keep my mind occupied so that i don't think too much and focus on studies. cause studies come first now. and it's my promise to my dears. :) ok, off to bed soon. i need my minimum of 9 hours of sleep. it's another long day tmr! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;promises are not meant to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so dears, it's a unspoken promise between us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for standing by me and supporting whatever decision i make. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-loves-&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5444704397709896433?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5444704397709896433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5444704397709896433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5444704397709896433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5444704397709896433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8771127787051072419</id><published>2009-06-20T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:45:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been busy this week! with projects and outings with girlfriend and dears! truly had fun this week!! and i enjoyed myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-15 June 2009, Monday-&lt;br /&gt;headed back to school for project meeting. but didn't really do much. was in school a little earlier to do my SAPM and whee, i completed like 70% of it that day before meeting the rest. accompanied poh tiong for lunch and was joined by liang yi and the rest after that at biz park. wanted to head to arcade after that but cause phone got no batt, expecting sms from mum and was a little tired, headed home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 16 June 2009, Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;date with angeline. went for sakae sushi at marina square. walked around suntec and marina square till 6.30 before meeting nicole. was an impromptu date with her. and i so loved those impromptu dates! especially when we haven't seen each other for weeks and we're both somehow free! lol. anyway, can't upload my pics cause of some problem but it's uploaded on facebook already! so yah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-17 June 2009, Wednesday-&lt;br /&gt;dinner with hui yee at tampines instead. she wanted to eat ban mian so went to CS for dinner. chatted with her a little, did some window shopping before heading home. that day was pretty slacked and relaxed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-18 June 2009, Thursday-&lt;br /&gt;project meeting but cancelled. but i still headed back to school to clarify some SAPM questions and collect money from ke yuan. lol. had lunch with the group before going to meet angeline for movie at TM. and gosh, i was late for like 2 hours. felt so bad. but nevertheless, we had fun. played arcade, bought my mouse for my laptop, caught 2 movies which i really wanted to watch. "Ghost of girlfriends' past" was good. i thought it was more of funny than touching. worth a watch if you want some laughs. "Night at the museum 2" was good as well. not too bad. not much comments cause i didn't really watch the first one. walked around after the movies before heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-19 June 2009, Friday-&lt;br /&gt;the day i was looking forward to! finally my Hyper 4 date! missed the girls so much. the last time we met was last year lor. this cannot be an annual thing lah. tsk tsk tsk. haha. but well, we enjoyed ourselves a lot with the laughter and chats and camwhores. haha! hopefully, we'll meet again soon! here's the pics for the day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvGjN63jgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0_FdJlz6pSg/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349087290766888450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvGjN63jgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0_FdJlz6pSg/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHJXUFZkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XVhRo0q1j_E/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349087946123601474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHJXUFZkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XVhRo0q1j_E/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmdRC__I/AAAAAAAAApI/qGrapwTCssQ/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088445937680370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmdRC__I/AAAAAAAAApI/qGrapwTCssQ/s320/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmfI8i1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/OkAO2jD1ASY/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088446440573778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmfI8i1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/OkAO2jD1ASY/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmkvQDXI/AAAAAAAAApY/xRDog0y6Rxk/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088447943413106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmkvQDXI/AAAAAAAAApY/xRDog0y6Rxk/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmuxj54I/AAAAAAAAApg/PVPElR-e9eU/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088450637457282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHmuxj54I/AAAAAAAAApg/PVPElR-e9eU/s320/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvH1AUagzI/AAAAAAAAApw/3j8cCmWEs0k/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088695865213746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvH1AUagzI/AAAAAAAAApw/3j8cCmWEs0k/s320/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHm-k5AFI/AAAAAAAAApo/l1czciDIr7k/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088454879281234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvHm-k5AFI/AAAAAAAAApo/l1czciDIr7k/s320/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvH1iL_P0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Y6vFvBM5-Ng/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088704956677954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvH1iL_P0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Y6vFvBM5-Ng/s320/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvH1uiZiHI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-oZW6stNPCU/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088708271900786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvH1uiZiHI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-oZW6stNPCU/s320/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this more or less concludes my week! back to school for a while tmr to discuss HR before fathers' day lunch at 1pm. dad's coming to pick me up from school at around 12 so hopefully, we'll be done discussing by then. and next week, back to school. jia you everyone! :) till then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you people are AWESOME!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and are the best gifts I can ever ask for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;from my secondary school life! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you dears! 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type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-busy-this-week-with-projects-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjvGjN63jgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0_FdJlz6pSg/s72-c/DSC00990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-6979379449072945126</id><published>2009-06-14T16:51:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:45:09.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past week has been pretty packed. out everyday and back home tired. this week's gonna be another busy week but maybe not so hectic. looking forward to some meet-ups with the dears and the girlfriend as well as satisfy some of my food craving. lol. anyway, here are the pics for this past week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 8 June 2009, Monday-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures of S.P.A.M's sentosa outing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS6_94AXUI/AAAAAAAAAio/jr034RwIcAo/s1600-h/angel+and+ancient+truck+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104265699614018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS6_94AXUI/AAAAAAAAAio/jr034RwIcAo/s320/angel+and+ancient+truck+again.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7AL0OHFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/i7sqa2RuSRM/s1600-h/me+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104269441834066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7AL0OHFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/i7sqa2RuSRM/s320/me+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7Ag3H5tI/AAAAAAAAAi4/q6n4kyhi3AY/s1600-h/angel+and+pat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104275091154642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7Ag3H5tI/AAAAAAAAAi4/q6n4kyhi3AY/s320/angel+and+pat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7A776l0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/55mtPlfllNU/s1600-h/pat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104282359011138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7A776l0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/55mtPlfllNU/s320/pat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7BH7crFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/minh4fc9A8A/s1600-h/steph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104285578275922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7BH7crFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/minh4fc9A8A/s320/steph.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7bEFe0_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1QeGzBPk6Uc/s1600-h/angel+and+pat+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104731223217138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7bEFe0_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1QeGzBPk6Uc/s320/angel+and+pat+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7beBr6fI/AAAAAAAAAjg/BaU_sLFKtgE/s1600-h/slippers!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104738186619378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7beBr6fI/AAAAAAAAAjg/BaU_sLFKtgE/s320/slippers!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7bSmNnUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vu1keL5cAWI/s1600-h/steph+and+pat+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104735118597442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7bSmNnUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vu1keL5cAWI/s320/steph+and+pat+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7brYDNrI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-DFvmnqaNWI/s1600-h/me+and+angel+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104741770081970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7brYDNrI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-DFvmnqaNWI/s320/me+and+angel+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7wf9aSrI/AAAAAAAAAj4/OMNbAnnmhqs/s1600-h/pat+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347105099482811058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7wf9aSrI/AAAAAAAAAj4/OMNbAnnmhqs/s320/pat+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7whz4cVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-21uIlwB5Dk/s1600-h/steph+and+me+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347105099979714898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7whz4cVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-21uIlwB5Dk/s320/steph+and+me+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7bHztSrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/m1XQphqWVFA/s1600-h/me+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104732222409394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7bHztSrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/m1XQphqWVFA/s320/me+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347105100503639042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7wjwy5AI/AAAAAAAAAkI/KrkUNN_y0ok/s320/me+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7w7J80BI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8zqo_lbk9Kc/s1600-h/SPAM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347105106783162386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS7w7J80BI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8zqo_lbk9Kc/s320/SPAM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-9 June 2009, Tuesday-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures of S.P.A.M's zoo and night safari outing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347106980004201218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9d9cpgwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KkiCy13Km0c/s320/angel+and+pat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9eI92i9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/5wPiGC1lnuY/s1600-h/me+and+angel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347106983096257490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9eI92i9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/5wPiGC1lnuY/s320/me+and+angel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9yf3HoXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QGhkZ1QJIPo/s1600-h/steph+and+angel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347107332839416178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9yf3HoXI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QGhkZ1QJIPo/s320/steph+and+angel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9ed-P7EI/AAAAAAAAAko/L4e62UGnaHQ/s1600-h/me+and+angel+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347106988735065154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9ed-P7EI/AAAAAAAAAko/L4e62UGnaHQ/s320/me+and+angel+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9eWP1JBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DZSXBnubhJQ/s1600-h/me+and+angel+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347106986661323794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9eWP1JBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DZSXBnubhJQ/s320/me+and+angel+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9emWT_3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/vdZFhfuJYqw/s1600-h/me+and+angel+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347106990983479154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9emWT_3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/vdZFhfuJYqw/s320/me+and+angel+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9yrViQiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/xHP7diWpQt8/s1600-h/steph+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347107335919780386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9yrViQiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/xHP7diWpQt8/s320/steph+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9y6tLKKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/h9d2d08J9-Y/s1600-h/steph+and+pat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347107340045461666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9y6tLKKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/h9d2d08J9-Y/s320/steph+and+pat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9y4bePhI/AAAAAAAAAlY/JjZ3ON_dVCA/s1600-h/steph,+angel+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347107339434343954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS9y4bePhI/AAAAAAAAAlY/JjZ3ON_dVCA/s320/steph,+angel+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-10 June 2009, Wednesday-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clique 22's outing to Escape! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tGZgTMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JNrqZN3jpgE/s1600-h/go+kart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109439128227010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tGZgTMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JNrqZN3jpgE/s320/go+kart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTADbFoYUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/52XFKIGKMPo/s1600-h/the+guys+after+their+race.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109822639137090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTADbFoYUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/52XFKIGKMPo/s320/the+guys+after+their+race.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tOi_FZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YNSRa6l8j7I/s1600-h/pirate+ship+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109441315476882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tOi_FZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YNSRa6l8j7I/s320/pirate+ship+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tSoKzGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Vf9WEiZnGPI/s1600-h/pirate+ship+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109442410957922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tSoKzGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Vf9WEiZnGPI/s320/pirate+ship+17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTADe5aqNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/EFnt4BPs_Ds/s1600-h/ke+yuan+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109823661648082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTADe5aqNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/EFnt4BPs_Ds/s320/ke+yuan+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTAC1B5uuI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/DP4hAh_g4FU/s1600-h/pirate+ship+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109812422949602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTAC1B5uuI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/DP4hAh_g4FU/s320/pirate+ship+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_ti5VFZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8PamNaOY8L8/s1600-h/liang+yi+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109446777902482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_ti5VFZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8PamNaOY8L8/s320/liang+yi+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTAC8JPBAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p8A3HvO8dH4/s1600-h/angeline+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109814332752898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTAC8JPBAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p8A3HvO8dH4/s320/angeline+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTADM83UoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/98azuwMr6Iw/s1600-h/melvin+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109818844271234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTADM83UoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/98azuwMr6Iw/s320/melvin+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tg25OgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/G-a-MFm4VdM/s1600-h/me,+up+in+the+ferris+wheel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347109446230817282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS_tg25OgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/G-a-MFm4VdM/s320/me,+up+in+the+ferris+wheel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 11 June 2009, Thursday-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to school for project meeting. followed by shopping at Bugis and Suntec with Liang yi, Shi Qi, Shu peng, Wendy and Ke yuan. dinner at suntec with chats. didn't bring my camera that day so no pictures for thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-12 June 2009, Friday-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2B05 cum Clique 22 gathering! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCy10AEfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/egsDl7BXlqE/s1600-h/badminton+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347112836290056690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCy10AEfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/egsDl7BXlqE/s320/badminton+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzInHGmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/u6RKM4oy1R4/s1600-h/badminton+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347112841336265314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzInHGmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/u6RKM4oy1R4/s320/badminton+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzMBiIyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-1SjqU66IfQ/s1600-h/squash+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347112842252395298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzMBiIyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-1SjqU66IfQ/s320/squash+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzVDjo6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/7u-5NMcIezQ/s1600-h/squash+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347112844676801442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzVDjo6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/7u-5NMcIezQ/s320/squash+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzkWkptI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/65viVx34av8/s1600-h/squash+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347112848783091410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTCzkWkptI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/65viVx34av8/s320/squash+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDIM00C1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/SeyUJuoRbgY/s1600-h/basketball+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347113203244731218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDIM00C1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/SeyUJuoRbgY/s320/basketball+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDIab-2hI/AAAAAAAAAng/HzuiQBEaLjc/s1600-h/basketball+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347113206898678290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDIab-2hI/AAAAAAAAAng/HzuiQBEaLjc/s320/basketball+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDI5NJEGI/AAAAAAAAAno/1XrdU6lPS8w/s1600-h/basketball+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347113215157932130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDI5NJEGI/AAAAAAAAAno/1XrdU6lPS8w/s320/basketball+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDI8xGwQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/NIQV3NS53PQ/s1600-h/basketball+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347113216114082050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjTDI8xGwQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/NIQV3NS53PQ/s320/basketball+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting some groups of friends this week for dinner. looking forward to it especially when i haven't seen them for ages. so i guess there'll be another picture spam here some time next week again! lol. till then! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tired yet fun-filled week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i truly enjoyed myself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll remember those times we spent together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends and family.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/SjS6_94AXUI/AAAAAAAAAio/jr034RwIcAo/s72-c/angel+and+ancient+truck+again.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-5098840264748571272</id><published>2009-06-09T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:41:59.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. my sister's attached to my class for her service attachment for church. it'll be much fun to have her around. lol. have got a company for P2 meetings from July to Sept. will make sure she goes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second note, i'm dead tired. after 2 days of activities to the south (Sentosa) and to the north (zoo) of Singapore, i have no idea how i'll find the energy for the coming 3 days. tmr will be another long day with Clique 22. of course it'll be dead fun though tiring! just so looking forward to it. :) oh and pics for these 2 days and the days to come will be posted some other time, if i still remember. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dead tired but fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's more to come... &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5098840264748571272?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5098840264748571272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5098840264748571272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5098840264748571272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5098840264748571272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-223626626787896153</id><published>2009-06-07T14:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:08:24.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mid-sems are finally over! ok, that was 2 days ago. I finally got back my freedom even though it's just 2 short weeks only. but nevertheless, the hols are here to stay! anyway, Clique 22 on friday after SAPM was great! we all had fun with those mini surprises, jokes and laughter and of course most importantly, the company we all had that day! looking forward to the coming week. will be seeing them again from wednesday to friday! of course pictures will taken! :) anw, here's some of the pics taken on friday! cause there's close to 200 pics, I'll post some up only. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitii45y38I/AAAAAAAAAgg/NmNC7C6NVUY/s1600-h/shermaine+and+wendy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344473734335094722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitii45y38I/AAAAAAAAAgg/NmNC7C6NVUY/s320/shermaine+and+wendy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitii9b4-jI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xxCCIurnkR4/s1600-h/poh+li+and+me+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344473735551842866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitii9b4-jI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xxCCIurnkR4/s320/poh+li+and+me+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBL_L2pI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wYf3Rh9T_fk/s1600-h/poh+li,+sandy+and+shi+qi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474254854052498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBL_L2pI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wYf3Rh9T_fk/s320/poh+li,+sandy+and+shi+qi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgIYT8ZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5hTVk2t2v3A/s1600-h/sandy+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474786461643154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgIYT8ZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5hTVk2t2v3A/s320/sandy+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our Miss Chairman, Sandy! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitiikCnmPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/gE21qZg_WUk/s1600-h/the+girls+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344473728734959858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitiikCnmPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/gE21qZg_WUk/s320/the+girls+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitjfx3D_sI/AAAAAAAAAho/Cq8HaRd_x6A/s1600-h/me+and+poh+tiong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474780416605890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitjfx3D_sI/AAAAAAAAAho/Cq8HaRd_x6A/s320/me+and+poh+tiong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and my kor. do we look alike? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgUQ3WDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AR4XA8UjDKA/s1600-h/the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474789651634226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgUQ3WDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AR4XA8UjDKA/s320/the+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBozMEGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/74CuF6Gl-0o/s1600-h/me,+shu+peng+and+wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474262588362850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBozMEGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/74CuF6Gl-0o/s320/me,+shu+peng+and+wendy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBCvPawI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mhIuQnR-bfM/s1600-h/me,+shu+peng+and+wendy+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474252371258114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBCvPawI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mhIuQnR-bfM/s320/me,+shu+peng+and+wendy+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my girlfriends from Clique 22! we're very close and we share a lot of things with each other! -loves-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBcp9QqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AkyePaFLAU8/s1600-h/liang+yi,+shermaine+and+poh+tiong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474259328418466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjBcp9QqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AkyePaFLAU8/s320/liang+yi,+shermaine+and+poh+tiong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they went bungee jumping! brave people!! *claps claps claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitjt-hpNgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/j30D68UWXOk/s1600-h/bungee+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475024334599682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitjt-hpNgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/j30D68UWXOk/s320/bungee+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjA2wTVCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/S5nuqXzw_V0/s1600-h/poh+li+and+shu+peng+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474249154483234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjA2wTVCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/S5nuqXzw_V0/s320/poh+li+and+shu+peng+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgIWuZKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pgh-8_S8Jq4/s1600-h/liang+yi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474786454987938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgIWuZKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pgh-8_S8Jq4/s320/liang+yi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitl-U_mvRI/AAAAAAAAAig/GXLA9j7sOKw/s1600-h/the+girls+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344477504267009298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitl-U_mvRI/AAAAAAAAAig/GXLA9j7sOKw/s320/the+girls+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girls and... (he just had to spoil the picture...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgViw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/OMl6FL-quAM/s1600-h/the+clique+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474789995140498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjgViw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/OMl6FL-quAM/s320/the+clique+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjuPXUd3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/djiclfck-bE/s1600-h/the+clique+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475028854699890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SitjuPXUd3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/djiclfck-bE/s320/the+clique+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and us, Clique 22!! -loves- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;week's pretty packed.. still wondering if I should go Sentosa tmr with the sisters. but lazy to travel yet I don't wanna stay home. may go night safari with them if my dear angeline can't meet me for sushi. wednesday is Escape with the clique, thursday is shopping with shu peng and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wendy and maybe the guys, friday is 2B05 class gathering. so looking forward to this week!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till my next post! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-223626626787896153?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/223626626787896153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=223626626787896153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/223626626787896153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/223626626787896153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/mid-sems-are-finally-over-ok-that-was-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sitii45y38I/AAAAAAAAAgg/NmNC7C6NVUY/s72-c/shermaine+and+wendy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-1357795264437110762</id><published>2009-06-02T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:49:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes, it's been ages since I last updated. so here it is, the long-awaited post! haha. mid-sem tests is here. been busy studying and preparing for it. but in the midst of preparation, I still had my share of fun! basically went to TM today with Clique 22 (decided to change from Clique 8 to Clique 22. 22 stands for year 2 sem 2) after lunch opposite school. reason for 'slacking'? to get Sandy a dress for this friday's outing! will be out with them on friday after SAPM paper. although tests are not over yet, but this somehow gave us a chance to relax and chill after 2 papers. after which, it's back to studying HR and SAPM. jia you everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while at TM today, as time pass, I got more and more tired. wasn't feeling very well already the past few days, with coughing and vomiting twice the last 2 days. and once again, I got attacked by the flu bug! haha. was very tired but luckily, Clique 22 made things a little better with occasional jokes about ke yuan. came home, took temperature. was running a high fever. called dad and went to the doc just now. pat said i was like a sick cat earlier this evening cause I couldn't talk. but the moment I got home, I was talking away as if I wasn't sick. feeling a lot better now already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post, hopefully with pics from our Clique 22 outing on friday! looking forward to it! :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe we'll all find the solutions to our problems one day... &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1357795264437110762?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1357795264437110762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1357795264437110762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1357795264437110762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1357795264437110762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-yes-its-been-ages-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2763711332522645059</id><published>2009-05-12T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:17:40.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick. not feeling too good and mum just pissed me off a little. argh. but luckily, they made me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 May 09: movie after school with part of Clique 8 and Jia Sheng. didn't really wanted to watch wolverine but i was glad i caught it in the end. the show was nice and i enjoyed myself that night although i was a little quiet and tired that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 May 09: celebrated mothers' day. dinner at some jap restaurant at adam park was great! food was great and pretty cosy jap atmosphere. once again, truly enjoyed myself with the yummy food even though i wasn't actually in a good mood that day. pics for mothers' day to be up when i have the time and if i do remember.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 May 09: badminton during break today. after showering, i came down with a bad sore throat and a flu. been sneezing and getting blocked nose the whole day. felt a little bad that i had to get tissue paper from Clique 8. but yah, have taken medication for my sore throat and flu later tonight. lots of things to do so shan't take the medicine now otherwise too drowsy. but like what i said, although i wasn't feeling too good, Clique 8 managed to put a smile on my face. well, they have their means of doing so! :) -loves-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2763711332522645059?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2763711332522645059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2763711332522645059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2763711332522645059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2763711332522645059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8666326663809607641</id><published>2009-05-05T19:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:34:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>late updates.. lol.. BBQ last friday was great! had fun, enjoyed ourselves and literally, had a great time with Clique 8!! the group came over early to help prepare the food and then headed to the bbq pit across the road.. and being me, i was damn blur that day.. funny things happened about what i said which is kept between me and the loves! :) anyway, took quite a lot of pics but i'll just post up the nicer ones.. so here they are! enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd-nhTWLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iB82R5y1NXY/s1600-h/ben+and+liang+yi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294920404424882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd-nhTWLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iB82R5y1NXY/s320/ben+and+liang+yi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd-9AJU3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/u_wmYYd2qSo/s1600-h/ke+yuan+and+liang+yi+in+the+background.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294926170936178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd-9AJU3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/u_wmYYd2qSo/s320/ke+yuan+and+liang+yi+in+the+background.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd-y0ZvII/AAAAAAAAAdw/9K5hHXx1W9s/s1600-h/ben,+me+and+liang+yi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294923437325442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd-y0ZvII/AAAAAAAAAdw/9K5hHXx1W9s/s320/ben,+me+and+liang+yi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ the food as we chat at the fire! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd_CtTloI/AAAAAAAAAeA/P-bfRjed_i8/s1600-h/ky+and+mel+pose+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294927702529666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd_CtTloI/AAAAAAAAAeA/P-bfRjed_i8/s320/ky+and+mel+pose+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 2 "gay" partners in action! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd_WQr_4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZtzKgT__UJY/s1600-h/mel,+wendy,+ke+yuan+and+ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332294932951203714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd_WQr_4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZtzKgT__UJY/s320/mel,+wendy,+ke+yuan+and+ben.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_HfiIiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Lih93WeKOqo/s1600-h/random+shot+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296028498567714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_HfiIiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Lih93WeKOqo/s320/random+shot+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_dyWnCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jBqx0hm6xGs/s1600-h/shu+peng+and+ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296034483084322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_dyWnCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jBqx0hm6xGs/s320/shu+peng+and+ben.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some random shots taken! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_mFKcPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ETViYT1mfcA/s1600-h/wendy,+mel+and+ke+yuan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296036709462258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_mFKcPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ETViYT1mfcA/s320/wendy,+mel+and+ke+yuan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wendy, mel and ke yuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_i1egII/AAAAAAAAAeo/n4H7FVzbYrg/s1600-h/liang+yi,+wendy+and+hao+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296035838361730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_i1egII/AAAAAAAAAeo/n4H7FVzbYrg/s320/liang+yi,+wendy+and+hao+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liang yi, wendy and hao you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296931836391122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAfzssDbtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9h5DwFEKs10/s320/ben,+ke+yuan+and+melvin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ben, ke yuan and melvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_8YYMkI/AAAAAAAAAew/XcgK9v2hKcQ/s1600-h/me+and+hao+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296042695635522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAe_8YYMkI/AAAAAAAAAew/XcgK9v2hKcQ/s320/me+and+hao+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and hao you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAfzkh4bLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YYs8ldwKtvQ/s1600-h/ben,+our+2B05+class+rep!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296929646242994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAfzkh4bLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YYs8ldwKtvQ/s320/ben,+our+2B05+class+rep!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ben, our 2B05 class rep, wearing shu peng's sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAfzzWVW6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/qZ2jCs2Fi0s/s1600-h/ke+yuan+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296933624339362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAfzzWVW6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/qZ2jCs2Fi0s/s320/ke+yuan+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MR TAN KE YUAN AKA SE DONG DONG!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAfz2uJDLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ExiQuNRrsnE/s1600-h/melvin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296934529502386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAfz2uJDLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ExiQuNRrsnE/s320/melvin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;melvin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAf0J7LSuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1fHpnzg2Quk/s1600-h/shu+peng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332296939684448994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAf0J7LSuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1fHpnzg2Quk/s320/shu+peng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shu peng! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAg502hJ5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/xkQ3DC6r3j4/s1600-h/me+and+shu+peng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332298136618608530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAg502hJ5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/xkQ3DC6r3j4/s320/me+and+shu+peng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and shu peng! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAiFM448RI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q7KjNvyr-Cc/s1600-h/shu+peng+and+wendy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332299431561195794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAiFM448RI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q7KjNvyr-Cc/s320/shu+peng+and+wendy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shu peng and wendy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAiFl68C_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pcBBIWLkUkA/s1600-h/the+3+girls+in+Clique+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332299438280674290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAiFl68C_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pcBBIWLkUkA/s320/the+3+girls+in+Clique+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 3 girls in Clique 8! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAg6vqXYBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/exrNw4IsPvM/s1600-h/wendy+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332298152405327890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAg6vqXYBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/exrNw4IsPvM/s320/wendy+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my classmate, my friend from Clique 8! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAg63WvPGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/LFguOb6ywhA/s1600-h/us+girls+again!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332298154470489186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAg63WvPGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/LFguOb6ywhA/s320/us+girls+again!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love these 2 girls!! and of course the rest of Clique 8!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall, had fun that day.. we'll all be pretty busy with projects and tutorials but i have to say, no matter how busy we are, we try to meet up everyday for lunch!! :) -lovesClique8!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a random note, i think i over-reacted today when something happened during our free time in the library... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-8666326663809607641?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8666326663809607641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8666326663809607641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8666326663809607641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8666326663809607641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/SgAd-nhTWLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iB82R5y1NXY/s72-c/ben+and+liang+yi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-5261129355212330076</id><published>2009-04-27T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:54:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll try to keep this short and sweet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's started. busy with lectures, tutorials, projects and meeting up with Clique 8. feeling the stress and pressure. everyone's chionging projects. no idea why but guess it's cause it's our final year, year 3, senior year for all of us! overall, we're all going to give it our best shot and graduate all together! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a Clique 8 gathering this friday! looking forward to it like lots. Clique 8's coming over except poh tiong. we're all gonna have fun, forget about projects for that day and enjoy ourselves!! exciting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short and sweet. won't be blogging as often. studies and school project takes priority now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5261129355212330076?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5261129355212330076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5261129355212330076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5261129355212330076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5261129355212330076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-try-to-keep-this-short-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2393424110276339675</id><published>2009-04-17T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:38:04.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the lazy girl's finally updating about her recent gathering with her Clique 8 and gals.. lol.. i doubt i'll post much pics cause the pics taken on wednesday (15 Apr) weren't exactly glam.. they were very random and some were unglam although funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, headed out to city hall to celebrate the birthdays of the April babies - shi qi, wendy and the joker of the clique, ke yuan.. pizza hut for lunch, k box till 7, followed by dinner at astons, the dhoby ghaut outlet.. we all had fun that day.. took bus 518 with most of them till Safra and decided to take a cab instead since it was already 11 plus.. reached home and was awake till 3am cause of the discussions about our new class.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad to say, my dream didn't come true.. i'm not in the same class as shu peng, liang yi and ke yuan and of course the majority of the class.. instead, i'm with hao you, wendy, poh tiong and melvin.. come to think of it, although i really wished to be in the same class as the other 3, but somehow i guess that's God's answer for me.. (thoughts and reflections on this matter have already been jotted down elsewhere...) so anyway, timetable sucks but at least there's still the possibility of meeting the other 3 since we end same time everyday which i guess, it may be a good thing as well! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SeiT4eDeTaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7mQmWYP-5lg/s1600-h/my+lovely+girls!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669157715201442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SeiT4eDeTaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7mQmWYP-5lg/s320/my+lovely+girls!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shu peng. marianne. wendy. the 3 gals among the 5 guys.. love these 2 ladies lots!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you even know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I miss you... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2393424110276339675?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2393424110276339675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2393424110276339675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2393424110276339675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2393424110276339675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-girls-finally-updating-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/SeiT4eDeTaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7mQmWYP-5lg/s72-c/my+lovely+girls!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-6142878239813218150</id><published>2009-04-08T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:41:11.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SdypZcxtljI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Rv3TbLNoYUU/s1600-h/I+love+these+ppl!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322315114331608626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SdypZcxtljI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Rv3TbLNoYUU/s320/I+love+these+ppl!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;from strangers to classmates to friends to now, we're a clique.. I never imagined myself being part of the clique with them.. it never crossed my mind the fact that we would be a clique, hanging out with each other almost every week.. it surprises me at the thought of how each one of us can't bear to separate from each other in another week or so when the timetable releases..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the holiday pass and is slowly coming to an end, I'm glad that the members in the clique are increasing to maybe 10 of us.. but one thing i know for sure is that Clique 8 remains in my heart.. the permanent 8 of us at every clique outing.. clique outings have been fun, great and enjoyable, filled with laughter because of the 7 of them.. they make every outing an enjoyable one and I'm so looking forward to our last outing before school starts.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Clique 8 lots.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're my loves now.. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6142878239813218150?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6142878239813218150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6142878239813218150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6142878239813218150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6142878239813218150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-strangers-to-classmates-to-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SdypZcxtljI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Rv3TbLNoYUU/s72-c/I+love+these+ppl!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-4646554577861673856</id><published>2009-04-05T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:54:14.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique 8's meeting up on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping day for presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relief teaching was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty fun. tho tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I'll be able to teach a day or two again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to split with Clique 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must they split us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-4646554577861673856?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4646554577861673856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=4646554577861673856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4646554577861673856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4646554577861673856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/theyre-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6114157690857608218</id><published>2009-03-31T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:57:40.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to go. and then they're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be able to survive. the quietness of online convos at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with help from my chatmate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go. as relief teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mum's help. i'm sure i can survive the remaining 2 days there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. miss. Clique 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet up soon, k? :) -loves-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6114157690857608218?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6114157690857608218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6114157690857608218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6114157690857608218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6114157690857608218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-more-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8883240080109102189</id><published>2009-03-29T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:52:48.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another photo update!! lol.. Clique 8 and shermaine came over to my place last wednesday after borrowing movies at TM.. they were here the whole afternoon before we went simpang bedok for dinner.. had lots of fun.. they've seen my house and my sisters.. lol.. hopefully, that didn't scare them from coming over!! anyway, here's the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H68BsrxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lVZ_Wak84kE/s1600-h/3+chatting,+1+looking+at+my+fridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619131563257618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H68BsrxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lVZ_Wak84kE/s320/3+chatting,+1+looking+at+my+fridge.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's shermaine, ke yuan, shu peng chatting by the piano and liang yi looking at my fridge.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H7B3OJzI/AAAAAAAAAco/umdmcH2hbu0/s1600-h/he%27s+still+crying..+haha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619133129926450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H7B3OJzI/AAAAAAAAAco/umdmcH2hbu0/s320/he%27s+still+crying..+haha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke yuan crying cause he managed to find his "lost" wallet after much searching.. the clues we gave him weren't of use to him.. don't know whether to say he stupid or what.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H692x7xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iMVWBg2wvec/s1600-h/ke+yuan+crying+cause+cannot+find+his+wallet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619132054335250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H692x7xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iMVWBg2wvec/s320/ke+yuan+crying+cause+cannot+find+his+wallet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there he is again, still crying.. lol.. but the rest of us couldn't be bothered with him.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H78HNxMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tbZtfsQCQoo/s1600-h/chit+chatting+after+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619148766266562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H78HNxMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tbZtfsQCQoo/s320/chit+chatting+after+dinner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H7Z-r4zI/AAAAAAAAAcw/s7ak8KMsq_w/s1600-h/at+simpang+bedok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619139603686194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H7Z-r4zI/AAAAAAAAAcw/s7ak8KMsq_w/s320/at+simpang+bedok.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at simpang bedok.. just us, Clique 8!! melvin joined us for chilling session after dinner.. but he came down to simpang to meet us!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-IZV2zLrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/M8WtWDaCck8/s1600-h/wendy...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619653892943538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-IZV2zLrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/M8WtWDaCck8/s320/wendy...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-IaLyPjcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ftKBB2skvlU/s1600-h/ke+yuan,+looking+spastic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619668369345986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-IaLyPjcI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ftKBB2skvlU/s320/ke+yuan,+looking+spastic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the playground opposite Century Square to slack after dinner cause we didn't want to go home so early.. a pity hao you couldn't join us.. but it's ok.. there are plenty of chances in future!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of Clique 8 went to Shanghai today.. although we didn't send them off, but best wishes for the trip was said.. hope they come back soon!! missing them lots!! :) next up is pics for grandpa's birthday which was yesterday.. tmr till thurs is busy day!! out with Godma tmr afternoon followed by dinner (hopefully there's pics..) and frm tues to thurs is working day!! lol.. so till the next post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;marianne. liang yi. shu peng. hao you. wendy. ke yuan. poh tiong. melvin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we form the Clique 8.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing them lots!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hopefully, just a wish.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;airport on saturday.. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8883240080109102189?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8883240080109102189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8883240080109102189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8883240080109102189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8883240080109102189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-photo-update-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sc-H68BsrxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/lVZ_Wak84kE/s72-c/3+chatting,+1+looking+at+my+fridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-6958282208608215230</id><published>2009-03-20T21:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:48:07.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday outing with the clique was fun!! lunch and movie at Great World City before dinner at Tiong Bahru and chill out at Clarke Quay.. and it wasn't my fault that we had to bus down to GWC, ok? cause the internet showed nearest MRT was orchard!! lol.. anyway, yes, met the clique up at orchard.. was early cause went to run errands before that.. movie was nice and touching.. touched me but the tears didn't flow.. however, sad memories of 2 yrs plus back was reminded.. dinner at Rajah Inn.. not a bad place.. food was pretty ok.. took pics of course and yes, we all had fun that day.. went to clarke quay to chill and we saw people play the bungee jumping that some of the guys showed interest in playing.. but i told one of them that unless he wanna see me cry, there is no way i'm going to play.. after chilling out for an hour or so, we trained back and i was back home at 12 midnight, which made mum and dad a little unhappy.. nevertheless, the day was great and i had lots of fun! here's the pics!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaEN6JhOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5X2GXkCG8Sc/s1600-h/my+steamboat,+filled+with+liang+yi%27s+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261382471025890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaEN6JhOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5X2GXkCG8Sc/s200/my+steamboat,+filled+with+liang+yi%27s+food.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaD0u0vyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/mguxTSjM9v0/s1600-h/herbal+soup+and+tom+yam+soup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261375712640802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaD0u0vyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/mguxTSjM9v0/s200/herbal+soup+and+tom+yam+soup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakkTDvZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mNVLUM5nJYU/s1600-h/hao+you%27s+fish+soup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261938236898706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakkTDvZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mNVLUM5nJYU/s200/hao+you%27s+fish+soup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the different soup base - chicken, herbal (liang yi), tom yam(wendy) and fish(hao you).. mine was chicken soup with liang yi's food cooking in it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaEMf8enI/AAAAAAAAAag/NtJ51_qsguk/s1600-h/our+choc+fondue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261382092683890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaEMf8enI/AAAAAAAAAag/NtJ51_qsguk/s200/our+choc+fondue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaEOy1TwI/AAAAAAAAAao/GxDURiytL30/s1600-h/plate+of+yummy+fruits+and+food+to+go+along+with+the+fondue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261382708776706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaEOy1TwI/AAAAAAAAAao/GxDURiytL30/s200/plate+of+yummy+fruits+and+food+to+go+along+with+the+fondue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOcvVzre9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XASKir0uAyw/s1600-h/our+2nd+round+of+ice+cream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315264322349005778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOcvVzre9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XASKir0uAyw/s200/our+2nd+round+of+ice+cream.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was our dessert.. chocolate fondue with fruits, marshmallows and banana cake with nuts and of course, chocolate and durian ice cream!! yummy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakQL_jXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/nV8xh44OJyo/s1600-h/poh+tiong+and+ke+yuan+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261932838554994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakQL_jXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/nV8xh44OJyo/s200/poh+tiong+and+ke+yuan+again.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOajzmQhEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_E5WZYQPWTU/s1600-h/shi+qi,+shermain+and+melvin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261925164090434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOajzmQhEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_E5WZYQPWTU/s200/shi+qi,+shermain+and+melvin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakSuGA-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/UnAMC2AohEo/s1600-h/hao+you+and+liang+yi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261933518455778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakSuGA-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/UnAMC2AohEo/s200/hao+you+and+liang+yi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakrOBbxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nl3h69TX4rc/s1600-h/shu+peng,+wendy+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261940094824210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOakrOBbxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nl3h69TX4rc/s200/shu+peng,+wendy+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the company for the evening: poh tiong, ke yuan, shi qi, shermaine, melvin, hao you, liang yi, shu peng, wendy and of course, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9n3N-PI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Jqk6zt_5JSk/s1600-h/ice+cream+competition+with+shu+peng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262368690600178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9n3N-PI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Jqk6zt_5JSk/s200/ice+cream+competition+with+shu+peng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9rdkDNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-BCBmB3CDbM/s1600-h/ice+cream+competition+with+liang+yi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262369656736978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9rdkDNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-BCBmB3CDbM/s200/ice+cream+competition+with+liang+yi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their ice-cream competition.. to see who can finish their ice-cream in the shortest possible time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9x2QeeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3z_kMbI7AAA/s1600-h/the+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262371370924514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9x2QeeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3z_kMbI7AAA/s200/the+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9-nketI/AAAAAAAAAb4/L_84ArgDwTU/s1600-h/the+east+guys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262374798981842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa9-nketI/AAAAAAAAAb4/L_84ArgDwTU/s200/the+east+guys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girls and guys for the evening.. missing hao you cause he left for home while the rest of us headed to clarke quay.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa-EsO3mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/I8DfsJgqng0/s1600-h/the+clique,+excluding+me!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262376429149794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOa-EsO3mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/I8DfsJgqng0/s200/the+clique,+excluding+me!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the train to clarke quay.. we all agreed that this pic was best cause ke yuan was somehow hidden by the pole!! lol.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScObDOZAzwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TtLhivwWb-k/s1600-h/the+10+of+us!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262464932237058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScObDOZAzwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TtLhivwWb-k/s200/the+10+of+us!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this clique a lot.. out of the 10 of us there, at least 8 of us are somehow "permanent".. me, liang yi, shu peng, hao you, wendy, ke yuan, melvin and poh tiong.. whenever there's a clique outing, the 8 of us are cfm present!! love these ppl lots!! :) hopefully we'll have another gathering next week before some of them leave for shanghai.. till the next post then!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-6958282208608215230?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6958282208608215230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6958282208608215230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6958282208608215230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6958282208608215230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-outing-with-clique-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/ScOaEN6JhOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5X2GXkCG8Sc/s72-c/my+steamboat,+filled+with+liang+yi%27s+food.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-8143710676433707075</id><published>2009-03-16T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:15:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking, I'd better upload pics taken last thursday when we celebrated Poh Tiong's birthday before i accumulate lots of owed pics.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GYP4K9xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xCsMniy6WTM/s1600-h/the+ladies+of+the+8-member+clique.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313691623992522514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GYP4K9xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xCsMniy6WTM/s320/the+ladies+of+the+8-member+clique.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us girls at K Box toilet at Kallang Leisure Park.. camwhoring away!! lol.. while walking out, wendy decided to buy poh tiong a big sausage with spicy korean 'tear' sauce.. notice the before and after.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GY7mxQ9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/dxTZyPhO4Sc/s1600-h/yummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313691635730695122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GY7mxQ9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/dxTZyPhO4Sc/s320/yummy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before: when he just started eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GY4MaVzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RdFLwNdMIe0/s1600-h/the+birthday+boy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313691634814834482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GY4MaVzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RdFLwNdMIe0/s320/the+birthday+boy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after: notice what new item appeared on the table.. lol.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liang yi also wanted to try the hot dog so he bought it with spicy korean 'bomb' sauce.. likewise, notice the before and after effect.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GZMuPQzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MUztigODHuI/s1600-h/liang+yi+and+his+hot+dog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313691640325423922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GZMuPQzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MUztigODHuI/s320/liang+yi+and+his+hot+dog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GZx8rlHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-Pxdh2HJfWQ/s1600-h/%27bomb%27+hotdog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313691650318111858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GZx8rlHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-Pxdh2HJfWQ/s320/%27bomb%27+hotdog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... after.. lol.. see the difference? (p.s: can play spot the difference leh.. lol..) headed to kallang bridge after that.. took some random shots as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JiQpCEiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2S9MRGmOlHw/s1600-h/random+shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313695094531035682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JiQpCEiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2S9MRGmOlHw/s320/random+shot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JiplgpqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lAAMbW-GUzw/s1600-h/the+cool+clique!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313695101227148962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JiplgpqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lAAMbW-GUzw/s320/the+cool+clique!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try guessing who's who.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4Ji4lWkQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2s_3FqIQKv0/s1600-h/shu+peng+and+hao+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313695105253019906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4Ji4lWkQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2s_3FqIQKv0/s320/shu+peng+and+hao+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shu peng and oyster... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JjBwHBkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yPGzn46v3Ho/s1600-h/me+and+wendy+at+kallang+bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313695107714057794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JjBwHBkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yPGzn46v3Ho/s320/me+and+wendy+at+kallang+bridge.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and wendy... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JjRRFetI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fr7ircmPEm0/s1600-h/I+love+these+ppl!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313695111878900434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4JjRRFetI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fr7ircmPEm0/s320/I+love+these+ppl!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i so love this clique!! they're really fun to be with.. even during SIP and after we graduate, we'll still try to keep and touch and celebrate each other's birthdays together, as a clique, yeah?? &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting nicole, caroline and hui yee for dinner tmr evening.. next post will most be pics on them and happenings during the dinner.. :) &lt;/div&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/15921949-8143710676433707075?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8143710676433707075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8143710676433707075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8143710676433707075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8143710676433707075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-thinking-id-better-upload-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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/_O7AyFBdgKms/Sb4GYP4K9xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xCsMniy6WTM/s72-c/the+ladies+of+the+8-member+clique.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-818171862064939547</id><published>2009-03-15T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:24:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally able to upload the chalet pics.. here are some pics taken during chalet.. not all pics though cause there's far too many.. lol.. the nicer ones are up here so enjoy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 1: 9 Mar, Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzEwyZPAXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RVdGIH8NKDk/s1600-h/candid+shot+in+the+guys+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313338002830721394" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzEwyZPAXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RVdGIH8NKDk/s320/candid+shot+in+the+guys+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon exploring the rooms, we decided to camwhore first.. haha.. this was a pretty random shot by me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHRz7ENeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ef5KsVvAYs8/s1600-h/poh+tiong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340769199994338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHRz7ENeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ef5KsVvAYs8/s320/poh+tiong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzEwm1UIJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JaIr_vdfKlI/s1600-h/ladies+at+work.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313337999727272082" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzEwm1UIJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JaIr_vdfKlI/s320/ladies+at+work.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preparing for the BBQ on the first day.. ladies at work, plus poh tiong at the BBQ pit.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzExhq6nII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZfPagpTTkwg/s1600-h/the+stayovers+playing+cards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313338015521348738" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzExhq6nII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZfPagpTTkwg/s320/the+stayovers+playing+cards.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzExBhqokI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2_TSSKzj51g/s1600-h/playing+cards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313338006892618306" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzExBhqokI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2_TSSKzj51g/s320/playing+cards.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stayovers playing cards just before a group of us went night cycling... during the game, it was damn funny cause people kept losing while others kept winning.. lol.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 2: 10 Mar, Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHSN7XkKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s5Me5rRHfYQ/s1600-h/birthday+celebration.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340776180584610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHSN7XkKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s5Me5rRHfYQ/s320/birthday+celebration.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthday celebration for our 2 birthday boys whose birthdays were coming up.. poh tiong and hao you!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHShD29fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HZfT8ueNZIQ/s1600-h/truth+or+dare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340781316470258" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHShD29fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HZfT8ueNZIQ/s320/truth+or+dare.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one the pics showing the clique playing truth or dare.. haha.. that night, only 6 of us stayed over and we all bunked into one room.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 3: 11 Mar, Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHS6mJunI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hPg8oXtLxtw/s1600-h/breakfast+at+the+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340788171192946" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHS6mJunI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hPg8oXtLxtw/s320/breakfast+at+the+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after checking out of the chalet, those who stayed over on the 2nd night headed to the beach to eat the unfinished birthday cakes.. but like what someone said, it was a torture cause the sun was blazing hot!! took individual shots with them as well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHTdR3I8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/lWOK1QgH-hc/s1600-h/class+photo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340797481329602" style="WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzHTdR3I8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/lWOK1QgH-hc/s320/class+photo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly, this is 2B05!! love this class a lot.. first time i had so much fun at chalets.. coming to think of it now, i do miss the fun we had.. the late night cycling, the activities as a clique and as a class, the stayups to chat and play.. but sad to say, while there is a beginning to the fun, there is also an ending to the fun.. hopefully we can have more get-togethers and more fun as a clique as well as a class.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next up would be the photos taken on poh tiong's birthday!! the 8 of us.. so do look out for updates, yeah?? it'll be pretty soon!! till then!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15921949-818171862064939547?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/818171862064939547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=818171862064939547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/818171862064939547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/818171862064939547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-able-to-upload-chalet-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7AyFBdgKms/SbzEwyZPAXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RVdGIH8NKDk/s72-c/candid+shot+in+the+guys+room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-6204021823857149170</id><published>2009-03-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:09:06.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to V2 (if you know who it exactly is):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather keep this friendship than to break it.. although there won't be a happy ending, but I would like to say thank you.. thank you for not avoiding me.. it really meant a lot to me.. I'd rather be very very very close friends with you than to hope to be together and have a not-so-close friendship.. very very very close friends to the extent that we can go out anytime just for a meal or a movie or simply for a chat.. close to the extent that we can chat on the phone anytime about anything.. I just want you to know that this friendship really mean a lot to me.. I'm happy to just have your company, your listening ear when I'm sad and to be your friend whom you can disturb/irritate/bully anytime.. we won't know what will happen in the future.. so no matter what happen, be it good or bad, may this friendship continue to last and have many years of friendship between us.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're a great guy friend I can ever ask for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of all my guy friends, you are one of the closest.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that like me, you treasure our friendship.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6204021823857149170?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6204021823857149170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6204021823857149170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6204021823857149170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6204021823857149170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-v2-if-you-know-who-it-exactly-is-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-5697824772968248127</id><published>2009-03-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:08:21.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to change back to blogspot.. more used to playing around with blogger.. haha.. but I guess things written here would be more general than personal.. lol.. anyway, back from chalet today.. although I'm physically tired, I'm not mentally tired.. headed to parkway for dinner with nicole.. pretty impromptu but yah, enjoyed myself, be it at the chalet or dinner tonight.. the uploading of pics is taking ages.. I'll post the pics another day.. for now, ciaoz!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-5697824772968248127?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5697824772968248127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=5697824772968248127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5697824772968248127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/5697824772968248127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/decided-to-change-back-to-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-1345383616893422226</id><published>2009-01-14T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:16:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uncomfortable. wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what my heart is feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;we always seem to be able to try to make time for each other every week,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how busy we both are..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful for that!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: you know who you are..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1345383616893422226?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1345383616893422226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1345383616893422226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1345383616893422226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1345383616893422226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-bit-long-but-its-my-dream-my-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-6418481743675610455</id><published>2009-01-11T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:26:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's damn irritating when hotmail doesn't allow you to read your emails.. i've got 2 unread emails in my inbox and i so damn can't open it.. haiz.. hope i can read it tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM today was ok.. yes, i'm officially level rep for P2.. looking at current circumstances, I'm stuck with being level rep for at least 2 years.. but it's ok.. at least it goes to show that hey, I'm active in church!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brand new week tmr.. still tired.. never ever seem to get sufficient rest during the weekends.. especially when your weekends are packed with endless stuff to do.. but owells.. P2 meeting almost at the end of the week will keep me going.. and certain people will somehow have their way of getting me to school, just like how certain things will stop me from wanting to go to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now, i'm off to pack my bag, watch that 5 mins of Little Nonya and hopefully, complete my FOI (Full Of Idiots) tutorial.. good night peeps and have a nice week ahead.. till my next post.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6418481743675610455?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6418481743675610455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6418481743675610455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6418481743675610455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6418481743675610455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-damn-irritating-when-hotmail-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-4610860860678701440</id><published>2009-01-02T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:10:40.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is for my dearest jie.. i know you've heard me say this many many times but i'll say it again and you know i mean well for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're at a loss when it comes to certain stuff.. i know you have many things on your mind.. but you know what? i'll be your listening ear when you need someone to listen to you rant and vent.. i'll provide you with tissue paper and accompany you 24/7 when you're upset and wanna cry.. of course, i'll also listen to you share your joys (as well as sorrows and woes).. you know that i'm always here for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what choice you make, whether it may be a right or wrong choice, i'll always support your decision, your choice.. no matter what you intend to do, i'll always support you.. so long as the choice you make can and will make you happy, make you smile, i'll be happy for you... you know what i mean and what i trying to say can alr.. and when my jie is sad, your mei will be sad as well.. but when she's happy, your mei will also be happy for you.. but hor, you must must must remember! that no matter what, you must always tell me, k? cannot keep it to yourself unless you want me to get angry.. and of course i'll tell you all my secrets too!! we must share everything ok? secrets and whatever we can think of!! and lastly, if you have a bf, you cannot abandon me, ok!! cause i know i won't abandon you if i have one.. you know it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, I LOVE YOU JIE!!! from strangers to friends to dears to now, jie mei.. it's not easy to become best frens, to become dears, whatsmore to become jie mei!! it takes fate to bring two friends together to be jie mei.. i really really really treasure this friendship, this sisterly love between us.. this is our 7th year as friends.. 7 years and still counting.. may our sisterly friendship continue to last forever, till the day we die.. love you lots jie!! p.s: dun cry after reading this if you're too touched, k? msg me after you see this.. :) &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-4610860860678701440?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4610860860678701440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=4610860860678701440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4610860860678701440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/4610860860678701440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-post-is-for-my-dearest-jie.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3321866260219448728</id><published>2009-01-01T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:17:17.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello 2009!! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!! hoping that 2009 will be a way better year than 2008 in terms of everything!! and i'm going to face everything, good or bad, with a smile!! :) and this is the 1st post for 2009!! lol.. ok, my new year wishes are going to come in.. enjoy the partying peeps!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3321866260219448728?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3321866260219448728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3321866260219448728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3321866260219448728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3321866260219448728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009-happy-new-year-to-all-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-1744074700416489314</id><published>2008-12-31T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:09:29.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>about 4 more hours to 2009!! great!! new start, new year.. mum just asked me why i'm so looking forward to 2009.. my reply was 'because.. 2008 has been a shit year for me..' dears will know why.. although i've made new friends, some of whom has been great frens, asking me how's my life occasionally and listening to me... but you know even then, the year hasn't been a great one.. yes, there were surprises but i think they were more of negative surprises than positive happy ones.. so i'm ready for 2009, looking forward to 2009.. hopefully 2009 will be a better year for me, in the many areas, health; friendships; relationships; studies; and of course loved ones stay healthy and happy always.. but my conclusion is still this: because 2008 is a shit year for me, i'm hoping, wishing that 2009 will be better.. that 2009 will have more POSITIVE surprises for me and hopefully, just hopefully, good news to share with my dears.. they'll know what i mean.. :) to all friends, dears and her, if 2008 has been a shitty year for you too, you know what? look forward.. look forward to start a new year with smiles and great things! always have hope and no matter what surprises you have in the new year, i'm always here for you.. :) so let's say together, BYE BYE 2008 AND HELLO 2009!! :) cheers, people!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1744074700416489314?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1744074700416489314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1744074700416489314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1744074700416489314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1744074700416489314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-4-more-hours-to-2009-great-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-709769851614686646</id><published>2008-12-29T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:28:22.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school started again.. gosh, now i've got to get used to waking up early for morning classes again.. :( it wld be great if someone could be so nice and give me morning calls on days that i have to wake up early.. it would be greatly appreciated.. lol.. i mean it.. will be blogging lesser.. not so much time especially with project deadlines and to chiong and prepare for main exam which mind you, isn't very far away.. it's in about 2 months time and with my predicted sucky mid-sem test results, i obviously have to prepare early and chiong.. i mean it too.. but will update once more, or maybe twice this week again.. after that, not so often le.. :) ok, school sucks but i'm glad at least the company of friends keep me motivated.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i will try not to get upset over you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a promise to myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'll still try to give you up... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-709769851614686646?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/709769851614686646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=709769851614686646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/709769851614686646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/709769851614686646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-started-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3769902290258083597</id><published>2008-12-27T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:04:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smiles on my face.. created by someone.. lol.. partying soon when the dears come over!! so excited.. after all it has been ages since i last met up with some of them so of course i'm excited and looking forward to it.. :) for now, ciaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other than them, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that idiot is always able...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to put a smile.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my face.. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3769902290258083597?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3769902290258083597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3769902290258083597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3769902290258083597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3769902290258083597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiles-on-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3891833199001732367</id><published>2008-12-25T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:28:31.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after this holiday, i came to realise something.. i've somehow seemed to lost my trust in that group of friends.. or rather, they made me lose my trust in this group of friends.. i won't say which group it is.. it just doesn't feel the same as it used to be.. owells.. anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS to my family, jie, dears and friends!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love christmas this year.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just seems so different.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as compared to previous years.. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3891833199001732367?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3891833199001732367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=3891833199001732367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3891833199001732367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/3891833199001732367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-this-holiday-i-came-to-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2444293211532700353</id><published>2008-12-22T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:47:27.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been 2 years.. 2 years have just pass like that.. it all seemed like yesterday.. those flashbacks seem so real.. but we've all moved on somehow, one way or another.. we're stronger and living life happily, the way she wanted us to live, even though amidst our smiles and laughter will be that small little sadness... but the lesson learnt from this was to treasure and cherish everyone around you.. this was what hui yee told me today as well.. and this is what i'm telling you frens out there.. only my dears and jie will know why this day mean so much to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a happier note, been meeting with hui yee up quite often.. starting from yesterday, i think i'll be meeting her almost everyday.. yesterday, today, (maybe)tmr, (maybe)wed if she's decided to come to church for christmas midnight mass with me and my family.. will be glad to have her around! hopefully, we'll meet everyday this week.. of course except for christmas day itself.. i may even meet her on friday to find caroline during her lunch break.. and i'm definitely seeing her on saturday!! gosh, this week seems exciting!! sooo looking forward to it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sooo looking forward to christmas this year..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no idea why either.. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2444293211532700353?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2444293211532700353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2444293211532700353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2444293211532700353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2444293211532700353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-1884641419036027668</id><published>2008-12-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:36:32.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. think. I. still. miss. you. a. little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-1884641419036027668?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1884641419036027668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=1884641419036027668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1884641419036027668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/1884641419036027668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/i_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-557316730163912299</id><published>2008-12-16T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:44:59.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. guess. my. hopes. are. dashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. call. nothing. at. all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-557316730163912299?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/557316730163912299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=557316730163912299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/557316730163912299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/557316730163912299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7390381979237900582</id><published>2008-12-13T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:29:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee!! first and foremost, mid-sems are over! it's time to party and play!! haha.. although i felt i screwed mid-sems, but forget it.. it's over!! should have fun now that the holidays are here.. lol.. was out till 1.30a.m yesterday! yes, i reached home only at 1.30a.m.. cool, rite? was helping mass comm people with their filming.. or rather, my dear sister was helping them out and i was being her 'nanny' for the day.. but had lots of fun with them!! they're really a cool group to be with.. getting to know quite a number of mass comm people because of hui yee.. but nah, i'm not complaining cause they're nice nice nice people!! :) will have to help them out again with the green screen? but i don't mind.. lol.. last night, had occasional chats with hui yee.. the both of us have sooo many things to tell each other.. and she wants to find out how i'm coping.. (not with school.. some other stuff..) hopefully we get to meet this week.. haha.. :) half a sem's gone.. when sem 3.1 come, i've got no lunch company cause my dear girl is doing her industry attachment.. but hopefully we'll still meet up for dinner and dessert, yeah? but even then, i'm still 24/7 for her.. and of course, for my other dears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway she asked me something last night but i didn't give her an answer, maybe cause my sister was around.. but yah, maybe someone caught my eye.. i say, maybe.. nice person, rather friendly.. good impression of him.. but before i can really get another eye candy or smth, i think it's right and best of me to forget J first.. i mean, it's only ethical of me.. or at least, until i don't feel a thing when i see him, until i don't get emotional and start crying again.. but owells.. for now, i'll leave it as it is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7390381979237900582?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7390381979237900582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7390381979237900582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7390381979237900582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7390381979237900582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/whee-first-and-foremost-mid-sems-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7621844982993314861</id><published>2008-12-07T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:17:13.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an extract from my diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, i may want to be in a relationship. but i want to be in one that will last. so i guess no matter how badly i want to be in one, i'll leave it to God. cause HE knows best. my life is in His hands. HE has a plan for me. i'd rather wait and look for one relationship that will last forever, than find one but no happy ending. i'll leave it to God... with the recent terrorism attack, i've once again realised that when it's time for you to go back home, when God wants you back, He has a way to want you back up there, even if it means just staying at home. when your time on earth is up, it's up. get the point? likewise even if i'm in a relationship now, he may not eventually be my Mr. Right.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess he isn't for me.. he isn't the one God prepared for me. cause i believe that unless God wants me to become a nun, He's got my other half prepared for me, waiting for me. maybe that true Mr. Right has appeared already but as friends.. maybe he hasn't.. but whatever is it, I'm leaving it to God.. cause I believe and trust in Him that He knows best.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: is anyone still reading my blog?? hmmm.. ok, back to books.. :)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-9122351806428755602</id><published>2008-12-06T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:19:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just felt like blogging again... less than one week to my first paper for mid-sem and i have no mood to study.. this is real bad.. haha.. my mind now is all on holiday events.. write and send christmas cards to my dears and friends (after buying them asap..), hair appointment on 17 dec, yen hui jie's wedding on 20 dec, ah yi's death anniversary on 22 dec (so fast time flies.. it's been xxx years already.. the dears will maybe know how long it is..), last minute shopping for christmas gifts on 23 dec, christmas eve mass on 24 dec, CHRISTMAS DAY on 25 dec, preparation for christmas party on 26 dec, CHRISTMAS PARTY on 27 dec, rest day on 28 dec and back to school after that... just the 2nd week of holiday and i'm busy with all the christmassy events!! but yea, i'm not complaining cause i'm looking forward to christmas and the party!! :) haha.. owells.. busy busy holiday.. but firstly, let's get mid-sem tests over and done with.. lol.. excited!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be going out later.. ok, if i do go out, i'll bring my HR notes along to study.. have to get myself in the studying mood or else no time again.. :) anyway, end of post.. watching tv now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sooo looking forward to the holidays.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause of the many happening events.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and cause i'm spending christmas with my dears and loved ones.. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-9122351806428755602?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9122351806428755602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=9122351806428755602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/9122351806428755602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/9122351806428755602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-felt-like-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-4655619404562826112</id><published>2008-12-05T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:23:46.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we seemed to be drifting further away as half a sem passed.. maybe cause these few weeks i haven been in a stable mood? mood swings come and go very fast.. but is that the reason? or are we getting used to the class that we talk to others yet not to each other? even M could ask if we were ok and did we quarrel.. my reply was no.. but do you think we're really ok? i see you sitting with them during lectures.. i really don't mind cause i don't wish to have any more close relations with them.. but i just feel that it's different when we sit together for lectures.. is it you changing? or is it me changing? without the both of us noticing it? i really don't know.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i agree that you can't always do projects with your very close frens.. it won't be as pleasant as you want it to be..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this has nothing to do with him.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i've woken up already.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hopefully, i can walk forward more bravely.. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-4655619404562826112?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-6671889531812816103</id><published>2008-12-02T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:42:33.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do a quick post before i go for my lecture.. cause i really need to blog.. busy as i may be with project deadlines, some 'idiot' is in my mind.. the things nicole and caroline tell me.. they're repeating in my head.. hang on if i think there will be progress, give up if i think there won't be any.. don't regret my decision.. since i've chosen to give up, i should move on.. i really want to do so but is it still possible? i'm really scared i'll regret my decision.. :( mood's been quite bad these days.. dun feel like talking much yet the thoughts fill my mind.. there is a thousand and one things waiting to be done yet i'm not in the mood to do so.. if not is i'm too tired, brain dead.. this can't be happening now.. especially when mid-sem is just next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got the urge to sms that 'idiot'.. even if it's a 'how are you recently?' sms.. i know that his reply will be short and simple and may hurt but at least i know it'll make me smile a little.. i know if i do that, my dears will scold me.. sometimes, i feel like an ass.. always bothering them with BGR especially when it has to do with the 'idiot'.. yet they always assure me that they won't mind cause that's what friends are for.. argh... just when i thought i could move on, the 'idiot' had to appear in front of me.. hate yet like.. maybe i really am not ready to meet the 'idiot' at all... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i want things to repeat itself again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i still think that he'll be nice to me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i want to see myself crying over him? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my answer to all that is NO.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet i'm starting to turn back.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet i know that if i do turn back, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart will break even more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll cry even more... &lt;/em&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6671889531812816103?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6671889531812816103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6671889531812816103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6671889531812816103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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skipped a beat.. i tried to ignore his presence but i couldn't.. i'm not hiding from him or avoiding him.. i'm doing what i told her.. face up and not avoid cause it'll do me no good.. but look at where my feelings are bringing me to.. i'm starting to think of him again.. does all this just mean that i didn't let go completely yet? does all this just mean that i'm still missing him? i'm screwed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now as i listened to S.H.E's song, i nearly started crying.. so i changed song.. listening to it now again cause i think the song is nice but i feel like crying yet i'm holding back those tears.. partly because my sis is in the room now.. but those tears can't drop.. i can't let it flow.. can my dears please tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were the feelings gone at all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or were they just hiding in a corner.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;invisible till i saw you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like crying.. really.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6588922002968524961?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6588922002968524961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=6588922002968524961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6588922002968524961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/6588922002968524961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-3730727461299409185</id><published>2008-11-27T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:27:35.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not again...? starting to cough again.. =.= plus headaches these days.. ahh! wad's happening to me sia? can't afford to fall sick cause tests coming up, projects due.. oh man.. i hope next week not so hectic.. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-3730727461299409185?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15921949.post-6329318198860638504</id><published>2008-11-26T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:47:56.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RHRA/MER report to be done.. deadline is next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comm skills 2 online problem.. deadline is next week too..&lt;br /&gt;and problem 2 on communication etiquette officially started this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFP test this coming monday.. haven even started studying.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHRA/MER and FOI mid sem is in 2 weeks time..&lt;br /&gt;haven started studying.. how nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOI project not even started when the other groups have..&lt;br /&gt;PFP is getting nowhere either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do and to clear..&lt;br /&gt;yet so little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects, projects, projects and more projects..&lt;br /&gt;holiday starts on 13 dec, friday at 4pm..&lt;br /&gt;but with all these projects..&lt;br /&gt;can i even have my holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need and want a break..&lt;br /&gt;i want to meet up with Godma and my KC dears..&lt;br /&gt;i need and want a breather..&lt;br /&gt;i need my holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects and tutorials and tests&lt;br /&gt;go away...&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i'll jia you!&lt;br /&gt;and complete whatever needs to be done by this week.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-6329318198860638504?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6329318198860638504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i would get a call from someone from church this month..&lt;br /&gt;but as the month comes to an end,&lt;br /&gt;i realised that maybe the position wasn't mine at all in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as such, i've stopped hoping..&lt;br /&gt;stopped hoping about everything that doesn't seem realistic..&lt;br /&gt;i've stopped hoping that the position is for me, just as they said..&lt;br /&gt;i've stopped hoping that that person will call me soon, telling me good news,&lt;br /&gt;news that i wanna hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i tell myself that maybe it's a good thing if they decide to change their mind about giving me that position..&lt;br /&gt;at least i can concentrate more on my studies.. (even though i wish i could have that position..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while i stopped hoping, i'll still pray..&lt;br /&gt;pray that He knows what's best for me..&lt;br /&gt;pray that maybe a miracle would even come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i've stopped hoping for this matter,&lt;br /&gt;i've also stopped hoping for another matter..&lt;br /&gt;stopped hoping that i would even see that person online..&lt;br /&gt;stopped hoping that something will happen..&lt;br /&gt;which will change me and him..&lt;br /&gt;stopped hoping that our friendship would develop into something better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause all those hoping and hopes will just break my heart one day..&lt;br /&gt;be it sooner or later..&lt;br /&gt;and i know i won't be able to take these blows&lt;br /&gt;especially him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it all just boils down to one word: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coincidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7678116488168203621?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7678116488168203621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7678116488168203621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7678116488168203621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7678116488168203621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-thought-i-would-get-call-from-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-7667346703342714605</id><published>2008-11-22T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:39:51.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dark clouds.. heavy rain.. may make people feel emo.. but for me, not the case.. instead i have a smile on my face.. not happy cause it's raining.. but this rain suddenly makes me reflect on my life.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is like the weather.. sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy.. it's something that everyone must experience, whether or not you like it sunny or rainy.. in my case, i relate sunny weather to good times and rainy weather to bad times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's sunny, i have my family and friends and dears to share my happiness with.. but when it's rainy, i still have them to share my sorrows and hear my complaints and lend me a listening ear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's sunny, i have them to laugh and smile with me.. but when it's rainy, i still have them to cry with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's sunny, i have people who believe and trust in me and be there with me.. but when it's rainy, i still have people who continue to believe and trust in me and be there for me and with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people know who they are.. they know how much they mean to me.. they know i love them lots.. they know that i appreciate all that they've done for me, even if it's just a listening ear.. and they know that i believe and trust them as well.. just like how they believe and trust in me.. and they know that i'm always here for them when they need me, 24/7, 365 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to have my family, such friends and my SWEET dears with me, whether in sunny or rainy weather.. and i'm really thankful for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny or rainy weather is something everyone of us will go through and have to go through.. but no matter how long or short each rainy weather is, i truly believe that there'll always be sunshine and a rainbow after each rainy weather.. :) and i hope that if you are experiencing a rainy weather in your life, in your story now, always believe that your friend here is always here for you, always believing and trusting in you.. smile peeps! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you Lord for giving me these dears and my family.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they add smiles to my life to make it happy.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they add laughter to my life to make it lively.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;most importantly, they support me in everything i do.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they trust and believe in me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU LORD FOR THEM!! &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-7667346703342714605?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7667346703342714605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=7667346703342714605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7667346703342714605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/7667346703342714605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-8852115485116429381</id><published>2008-11-20T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:32:18.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with tests and project deadlines due before mid-sem, i really need a break.. like seriously.. i have yet to finalise the details for my christmas party!! gosh, i'd better send out an email informing the dears about it first.. get them to block off that day.. cause it's 90% confirm to be on 27th dec.. i seriously need a break.. or rather, a breather.. busy busy busy.. hectic hectic hectic.. take tmr for example, in sch from 11 to (hopefully) 4pm.. maybe will go back with hui yee.. shall see how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was tiring yet fun! KSCC was fun.. we all seemed rather busy today.. all 6 of us.. can't say what we were doing but yah, we were busy yet at the same time, had fun.. =) i'm starting to love the attachment more.. went home for lunch before meeting caroline.. nicole couldn't make it last minute but it's ok.. many more opportunities in future especially now when the JC ppl finish their A levels.. haha.. so yup, more meet-ups with them.. okok.. i need to slack now.. like really.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-8852115485116429381?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8852115485116429381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=8852115485116429381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8852115485116429381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/8852115485116429381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-tests-and-project-deadlines-due.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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-15921949.post-2730684045385563030</id><published>2008-11-18T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:13:57.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hui yee came over for dinner last night.. it was a last-minute invitation.. lol.. cause she didn't have dinner at home and i didn't want her to eat soo much outside food cause of msg so i called mum and asked if hui yee could join us.. so in the end she came over and i think she enjoyed herself.. with the yummy food (chicken rice) mum made and boy, it has been 2 years plus since my KC dears came over to my place.. and like everyone, she naturally missed my mum's cooking.. haha.. but she had a filling and yummy dinner.. and i enjoyed her company cause we talked about many things, from past to present.. and be surprised, we have endless things to talk about!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to some of my KC dears last night online as well.. and it suddenly struck a chord in me which made me feel that time pass real fast and i've actually known these dears for years.. and i mean, YEARS.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui yee, tracy, sueann, samantha etc - since sec 1 till now.. 6 years and still counting..&lt;br /&gt;nicole, caroline &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if i never rmb wrongly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, carolyn - since P6 till now.. 7 years and still counting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li ting - since P5 till now.. 8 years and still counting..&lt;br /&gt;fiona low &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if i never rmb wrongly)&lt;/span&gt; - since P4 till now.. 9 years and still counting..&lt;br /&gt;evadne and charmaine - since P1 till now.. 12 years and still counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these dears are the people whom i still keep in contact with.. of course there are many others and most of them, i know from KC.. those from KCP, ha, i lost contact with many except for evadne, charmaine, li ting, fiona and carolyn.. my mum even knows evadne's parents! that's how long we've known each other.. up till now i still can remember how i met each one of this dears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a special msg to them:&lt;br /&gt;you dears are the most important group of friends to me..&lt;br /&gt;you all rank no. 1 and is irreplaceable..&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always being there for me, lending me a listening ear and believing and trusting in me..&lt;br /&gt;you girls mean so much to me..&lt;br /&gt;i love you girls cause we're KCians and sisters!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: 10 years in a blue and white uniform.. I'm missing those days.. we're like a family that's why we're so close and they're irreplaceable in my heart.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15921949-2730684045385563030?l=marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2730684045385563030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15921949&amp;postID=2730684045385563030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2730684045385563030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15921949/posts/default/2730684045385563030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianne-preciousmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/hui-yee-came-over-for-dinner-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03457973927163558421</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>
