<?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-7218825304027844180</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:50:16.660+08:00</updated><category term='can&apos;t think'/><category term='can&apos;t talk'/><category term='can&apos;t love'/><title type='text'>HI I AM SHARON :P</title><subtitle type='html'>FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONE AND ONLY SON THAT WHOEVER BELIEVED IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -i forgot the verse &gt;.&lt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-6698232752190951730</id><published>2010-04-18T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:02:19.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was CRAZY</title><content type='html'>I have been away for awhile, largely due to some fear of facing up to the cyber world. I know this sounds crazy, and I don't wish to go into details, but the past few months have been, well, rather rocky I guess. It's not going to be easy getting over it, as much as how things wane with time. But I guess I've been getting along fine, with Dnd &amp;amp; the drammadicts (L). So, today breaks the month long hiatus with a really bonky and crazy post! Oh, and by the way, I suddenly realised that my url is so awfully childish! Goodness me! I'd better think up a coolio url, like vaudevillane(meg's) or incandescency(cab's) just to quote a few. HAHA so suggestions! Something befitting the cool me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so guess what! Today was so crazy! Meg and I went to the Lee Kong Chian library and treaded through a thousand over poems. Line by line, page by page, book by book.. I said "I don't get this!" more than ten times today! And there were so many people falling asleep on the couches! What's worse, was that we had to HAND COPY all the poems we chose! We even broke down several times while copying. It was the first time in my life that I had to correction tape the full stops I accidentally wrote because Meg said "MUST COPY WORD FOR WORD!" Then I told her if we aren't using the poems that I copied I'm going to be so pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, meg and I both found &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; a pleasure to read amidst all the "foeval" and "anodic". We were like "WE NEED A DICTIONARY!" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a scroll painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the mountains are hazy with timeless passivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sprawling monotonously in the left-hand corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while clouds diffuse and fill the entire top half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;before bumping daintily into a bright red parakeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perched suicide-like on a beautifully gnarled branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;arched by the weight of fruit and one ripe peach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hung a motionless inch from the gaping beak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here is transient beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;caught in permanence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but of what avail is such perpetual unattainment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know the stupid bird can never eat the stupid peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arthur Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this how you feel about poetry sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;This definitely is how I feel about poetry soemtimes!&lt;br /&gt;Actually most poetry, except for sappy love poetry that makes you melt no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Keith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6698232752190951730?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6698232752190951730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6698232752190951730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6698232752190951730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6698232752190951730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-crazy.html' title='Today was CRAZY'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-5195866971699196192</id><published>2010-03-15T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:02:36.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6 Impossible things that are possible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. There is a potion that can make you shrink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. There is a cake that can make you grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Animals can talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Cats can disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. There is a place called Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I can slay the Jabberwocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father used to think of 6 impossible things before breakfast everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a good habit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-5195866971699196192?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5195866971699196192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5195866971699196192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5195866971699196192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5195866971699196192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can.html' title='I can'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-993286343643605628</id><published>2010-02-06T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:13:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D</title><content type='html'>DRAMA + DEBATE IN THE SAME WEEK =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF PRAYER + STRESS + TEARS + ADRENALINE + MORE ADRENALINE + AN OVER EXCITED POUNDING HEART + BRUISES AND ABRASIONS + PLENTY OF SELF-DOUBT + TENSION + SLEEP LOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= &lt;em&gt;VICTORY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;= &lt;/em&gt;PICTURES + FLOWERS + HUGS + JAPANESE BEEF AND SILVER NOODLE THING + BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S + FIGHTING FOR TREASURE IN B&amp;amp;JS + LOTS OF DANCING + WATCHING PEOPLE FAIL AT DANCING + WATCHING PEOPLE TRYING TO DO THE BODY WAVE AGAINST THE WALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= DND + DRAMADDICTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= &lt;em&gt;(L)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-993286343643605628?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/993286343643605628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=993286343643605628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/993286343643605628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/993286343643605628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html' title='D'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8371228634896229983</id><published>2010-01-30T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:33:55.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noosey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_RpG1kTe_w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_RpG1kTe_w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8371228634896229983?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8371228634896229983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8371228634896229983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8371228634896229983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8371228634896229983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2010/01/noosey.html' title='Noosey'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3688344187280807842</id><published>2010-01-01T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:00:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>SO, THIS IS THE FIRST POST OF THE YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THE OVER-LY JAMMED STARHUB NETWORK, HERE'S WISHING EVERYONE A MERRY BLESSED NEW YEAR! TAKE HEART IN THE LORD FOR HE IS GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm not trying to be a cynic or a party-pooper but the fireworks went on for a whole 10 minutes! Copenhagen much? HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY PRAYING AND WISHING FOR THE BEST FOR THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3688344187280807842?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3688344187280807842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3688344187280807842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3688344187280807842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3688344187280807842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-5512783286855019210</id><published>2009-12-31T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:14:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day I can Glee</title><content type='html'>I've always thought new year resolutions to be meaningless lip-service that people say to make themselves feel better from any possible personal vendetta. That instant gratification that, once the clock strikes twelve, they can start on a clean slate and forget about the awful horrors of the past year to start living their thought-to-be renewed happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really happy thoughts huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, everyone of us needs this vindication sometimes. Even I myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The term “mob mentality” is used to refer to unique behavioral characteristics which emerge when people are in large groups. It is sometimes used disparagingly, as the term “mob” typically conjures up an image of a disorganized, aggressive, panicked group of people. Social psychologists who study group behavior tend to prefer terms like “&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-herd-behavior.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;herd behavior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;” or “crowd &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-hysteria.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hysteria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.” The study of mob mentality is quite fascinating, and it is used to analyze situations which range from evacuations gone awry to the moment when demonstrations turn violent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for the new year? I might not keep to this, as we all know, these things are just part of tradition. &lt;em&gt;Unchangeable tradition. &lt;/em&gt;So anyway, that aside, I hope I'll be able to be stronger next year, and find the renewed strength within myself. That I will not have the herd mentality and follow the crowd. I realised that the herd mentality is especially prevailent in sn, as much as they don't want to believe it haha. So there, breakout:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is a common prayer every night. I hope that I'll be able to trust in the Lord wholly, something that I fail to do many a times. to live my life in a more Godly manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this last post of the year is to thank everyone that had made this year special in one way or another. Especially the dnd &amp;amp; drammadicts. Next year's gonna be tough, but hopefully we'll pull through yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421402449787549266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SzywzeQE9lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IM2ryu6hX_0/s320/spring-with-bible-verses-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-5512783286855019210?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5512783286855019210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5512783286855019210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5512783286855019210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5512783286855019210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-i-can-glee.html' title='The last day I can Glee'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SzywzeQE9lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IM2ryu6hX_0/s72-c/spring-with-bible-verses-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-6248427874313681319</id><published>2009-12-29T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:43:57.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diend</title><content type='html'>I simply love the puns in Glee, and the songs and mashups. Glee's probably the BEST musical I've ever watched, considering the only other one is hsm, which in my opinion shouldn't even be considered a musical. Awesome songs much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mockingbird has a surprisingly good ending. I wouldn't say I enjoyed reading the book, but the ending was worth it. One of the best endings I've ever encoutered. But Harper Lee's style is too looong for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbour. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbours give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's actually filled with plenty of dark humour, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6248427874313681319?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6248427874313681319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6248427874313681319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6248427874313681319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6248427874313681319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/12/diend.html' title='Diend'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2237492634877874291</id><published>2009-12-25T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:43:34.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about You!</title><content type='html'>MERRY BEARY VERY LOVEY MURVY BLESSY BLESSED CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so this christmas feels a little weird, emotion unexplainable, but oh well, I'm thankful for service today. It gave me hope, in countless ways (: It was the first time I saw his tears in church, it was inexplicable joy and solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all about Christ Jesus. It isn't about the presents or wine or dine or songs, it's all about HIM. HIS sacrfice for US. So I'm thankful Jesus. Please mould me in your image and help me be a humble servant in Your Kingdom. And please create more miracles :D Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He had to die so we could live; He was stripped so we could be clothed in righteousness; He suffered, so we wouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2237492634877874291?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2237492634877874291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2237492634877874291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2237492634877874291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2237492634877874291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-beary-very-lovey-murvy-blessy.html' title='It&apos;s all about You!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8020456052453181244</id><published>2009-12-20T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:52:44.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doo-de-dee-doo-dah</title><content type='html'>I officially crown reading as the &lt;em&gt;best and only &lt;/em&gt;diplomatic solution to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teesh, I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8020456052453181244?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8020456052453181244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8020456052453181244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8020456052453181244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8020456052453181244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/12/doo-de-dee-doo-dah.html' title='Doo-de-dee-doo-dah'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-6479068198068206248</id><published>2009-12-19T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:21:23.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Singapore’s Highly Paid Officials Get Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="More news and information about Singapore." href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/international/countriesandterritories/singapore/index.html?inline=nyt-geo"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/a&gt;, April 9 — How much money does it take to keep a government minister in Singapore happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government says a million dollars is not enough, and on Monday it announced a 60 percent increase in ministers’ salaries, to an average of $1.9 million Singapore dollars, or about $1.3 million, by next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong’s pay will jump to about $2 million — five times the $400,000 earned by President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this nation where the bottom line truly is the bottom line, the argument goes, you have to pay to get them and you have to pay to keep them clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If we don’t do that, in the long term the government system will slowly crumble and collapse,” Defense Minister Teo Chee Hean told reporters last month. “Corruption will set in, and we will become like many other countries, and face the problems that many other countries face,” The Straits Times, Singapore’s largest-circulation newspaper, quoted him as saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In announcing the pay increases on Monday, Mr. Teo, who also oversees the civil service, said: “We don’t want pay to be the reason for people to join us. But we also don’t want pay to be the reason for them not to join us, or to leave after joining us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore’s pay system was created in 1994 by the nation’s founding prime minister, Lee Kuan Yew. It pegged the salaries of government ministers and top civil servants to the money they might earn at the top of the private sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under that formula, ministers are to be paid two-thirds of the median of the top eight earners in each of six professions: accounting, law, banking, engineering, multinational companies and local manufacturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been no public sign of discontent among the men and women who run Singapore, but last month the prime minister noted that they were earning just 55 percent of that benchmark. Hence the raise for the three dozen men and women who run Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Defending the system against an unusual public yelp of pain, Mr. Lee, whose title is minister mentor, painted a horrifying picture of a Singapore governed by ministers who earn no more than ministers elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your apartment will be worth a fraction of what it is,” he said. “Your jobs will be in peril, your security will be at risk, and our women will become maids in other people’s countries.”&lt;br /&gt;It is true that Singapore has one of the most efficient and corruption-free governments in the world. Transparency International, a private monitoring agency, recently listed it as the fifth&lt;br /&gt;most corruption-free nation of 163 surveyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Asia’s second-richest country after Japan, with a gross domestic product per capita of about $31,000. The first Prime Minister Lee said it could well afford to pay its leaders top dollar.&lt;br /&gt;The average Singaporean earns roughly $3,000 a month, and the government has voiced concern over a widening gap between rich and poor. The ministers’ pay was approved three months before the sales tax is to be increased by 2 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of the pay raise drew criticism here that included letters to newspapers and an online petition that has more than 800 signatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am sure Enron and Worldcom paid more than top dollar for their top executives, and look where their companies are now — six feet under,” Mohamad Rosle Ahmad wrote to the editor of The Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder Mr. Lee said naysayers needed a reality check. “I say you have no sense of proportion; you don’t know what life is about,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The cure to all this talk is really a good dose of incompetent government,” he added. “You get that alternative, and you’ll never put Singapore together again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Straits Times quoted him as saying his current salary as minister mentor was about $1.8 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Singaporeans suggested that other motivations should also come into play for government jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What about other redeeming intangibles such as honor and sense of duty, dedication, passion and commitment, loyalty and service?” asked Hussin Mutalib, a political science professor at the National University of Singapore, in a Straits Times online forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Lim, a prominent writer, suggested in an essay that Singapore needed a little more heart to go along with its hard head.&lt;br /&gt;“To see a potential prime minister as no different from a potential top lawyer, and likely to be enticed by the same stupendous salary, would be to blur the lines between two very different domains,” she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister mentor brushed aside such concerns. “Those are admirable sentiments,” he said. “But we live in a real world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops, that was so 2007! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stripped from wiki:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lee Hsien Loong currently earns an annual salary of S$3,870,000 (US$ 2,856,930 ), an increase of 25% from S$3,091,200 (US$2,037,168), making him the highest paid head of government in the world. In comparison, the &lt;a title="President of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;President of the United States&lt;/a&gt; earns a salary of US$400,000. The new salary of S$3.8 million took effect in January 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Darn, we need more Catherine Lims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6479068198068206248?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6479068198068206248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6479068198068206248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6479068198068206248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6479068198068206248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/12/singapores-highly-paid-officials-get.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8184844820207047192</id><published>2009-12-07T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:25:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't make me choose...&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it'd be him.&lt;br /&gt;It has always been him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice melts&lt;br /&gt;But the blood freezes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8184844820207047192?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8184844820207047192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8184844820207047192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8184844820207047192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8184844820207047192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3484678447974810397</id><published>2009-11-26T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:33:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD.</title><content type='html'>ASSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B8888888888888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXffrKdO76U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXffrKdO76U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say a little prayer for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3484678447974810397?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3484678447974810397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3484678447974810397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3484678447974810397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3484678447974810397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-strong-and-take-heart-all-you-who.html' title='Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7192462089717619551</id><published>2009-11-21T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:16:20.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sutaih</title><content type='html'>Gee! It's been long! Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLS was really awesome! Met many inspiring leaders and maybe for the first time, felt the saint nicks spirit (: JAIHO was absolutely invigorating! Simply put, it was THE MOST HAPPENING CAMP OF THE YEAR! HAHA, anyway, LGC was BOOMZ! Glad I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it made me realise how much SNDebate actually meant to me and it definitely made us all realise that no matter how screwed up we feel, the passion is existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (L) DEBATE.&lt;br /&gt;And I (L) Martha, Megan, Yvette and Swee en. We'll pull through together yeah? And beat XXX Instituition.&lt;br /&gt;SNDEBATE FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also during LLS that I realised how many peeple there are supporting me throughout this arduous journey.  Personal dedications to Shu, Chantel, Tricia, Amanda and Rasey (who helped me wash my hair by the drain!). Thank you all so much, and I'll be there for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for DRAMA NIGHT '10! But no eunuch pleaseeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A leader is a dealer in hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7192462089717619551?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7192462089717619551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7192462089717619551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7192462089717619551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7192462089717619551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/11/sutaih.html' title='sutaih'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8893130477069120602</id><published>2009-10-26T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:01:23.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of a miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;God does great things, and unsearchable, marvelous things without number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Job 5:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8893130477069120602?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8893130477069120602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8893130477069120602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8893130477069120602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8893130477069120602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-does-great-things-and-unsearchable.html' title='In need of a miracle'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8651651306055724938</id><published>2009-10-20T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:20:29.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Parable of the Prodigal Son &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them. "Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything. "When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.' So he got up and went to his father. "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. “The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.' "But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate. "Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 'Your brother has come,' he replied, 'and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.' "The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, 'Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!' "'My son,' the father said, 'you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8651651306055724938?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8651651306055724938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8651651306055724938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8651651306055724938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8651651306055724938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/10/parable-of-prodigal-son-jesus-continued.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-6479215520663819160</id><published>2009-10-09T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:24:23.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Ss7mVgHkRYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZKH_50sgSh0/s1600-h/zooey_deschanel_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390499061082375554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Ss7mVgHkRYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZKH_50sgSh0/s320/zooey_deschanel_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't see her on the big screens YET, I shall be satisfied just by glancing, no I mean staring at her pretty pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Ss7l9EgxaDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HIZ9VlfFz9w/s1600-h/zooey-deschanel-picture-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7218825304027844180-6479215520663819160?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6479215520663819160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6479215520663819160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6479215520663819160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6479215520663819160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/10/since-i-cant-see-her-on-big-screens-yet.html' title='Summer (:'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/Ss7mVgHkRYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZKH_50sgSh0/s72-c/zooey_deschanel_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-4913999996508194717</id><published>2009-09-04T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:10:09.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom night? yeah right.</title><content type='html'>Sucked. Whoo yeah, Prom night sucked, bad. The plot was zero, the actors were so-so and the ending was just SMASH BOOM GOO BLEAH-OVER. The only, and I mean only, saving grace was the appearance of pretty Silver from 90210. Oh but guess what? She had to be KILLED FIRST. -sad face- But it was pretty boring for a horror, or in megan's terms, a slasher film compared to ONE MISSED CALL. But it was horrifying, how the stalker killed everyone, and the inefficiency of the police amused us much. Carolie Warolie was the only one scoffing there at the most inappropriate moments, like when say the corpse fell out from the ceiling. It was quite a waste of time, but at least we had fun? The scenes are really epic. I guess I need GG (GOSSIP GIRL) to douse that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but before that, we made cookies/ biscuits or whatever the like. Megan and I make awesome baking buddies! Haha, shan't explain what happened. But the juniors will be pleasantly surprised tomorrow! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way guys! We know you can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, back to gg now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got this MAGICK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-4913999996508194717?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/4913999996508194717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=4913999996508194717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4913999996508194717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4913999996508194717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/09/prom-night-yeah-right.html' title='prom night? yeah right.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8837261573936026557</id><published>2009-08-31T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:23:50.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SpvRZ_XDkHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CMTm5IrppzI/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120824631890034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SpvRZ_XDkHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CMTm5IrppzI/s320/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahahah! Finally a break. Anyway, main aim of post today? To fulfil CHRISTINE'S CHRISTINE'S CHRISTINE'S CHRISTINE'S CHRISTINE'S request to post about yesterday, and a brief mention of what happened today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, CHRISTINE CHRISTINE CHRISTINE, Erina, Jeanette, Joanna and I met at amk library yesterday to STUDY. Hahahah, indeed we STUDIED! We talked, crapped, and just enjoyed the company of each other. I actually agree with Christine. Before, I had apprehensions. I was slightly apprehensive about us being awkward and all after we haven't met each other in 9 months. But it turned out all fine! We really enjoyed ourselves, or at least I did! I really hope to do this again someday soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty rough night last night, but the today was happy! Albeit the major screwups on stage in front of the whole wide school. Gosh, I don't even want to think about it. So, besides the horrifyingly traumatising screwup in the morning, and silly me forgetting to wear shorts when I had PE lesson today (PS: MS SUSAN LIM) and thus resulting in the absence of shorts for the whole day -shu's disturbing comment pops up into mind-, today was or is a pretty good day after all! Had a boring day of lessons while the next class was PLAYING SCRABBLE. Darn it, how unfair can this get?! I WANT TO PLAY SCRABBLE TOO OKAY! Then, saw Erina midway through bio which was utterly boring so I was excited! Talked, buzzed and bee-ed around school after school till it was DRAMA TIME and that was epic funny. HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY! We were preparing awong's present it's so good I tell you! It's awesome! And we tricked him into wearing the mask and he even agreed to camwhore with the embarrasingly funny mask. Photos on facebook HAHAHA. He was so weird, he went around acting like a monster and trying to catch innocent little kids like us. Maniacal :O HAHA, so after drama, went to PIZZA HUT (JERICHO ALERT JERICHO ALERT) for dinner since it's a holiday tomorrow, only to find out that JERICHO only works on weekends D: (aww shu D:) Meg and I resisted the temptation of the chocolate fudge brownie ice cream thing that looked SO GOOD! So after paying 8 bucks for GST ALONE, we went to the other cafe to get mango pudding ice cream! It was actually for my mum, but the ice cream melted anyway and now we're waiting for it to refreeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow, and tomorrow tomorrow, and tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;All the best team! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the boy at the top is epic cute too! -hug hug-&lt;br /&gt;(Okay! I know I'm getting weird but its the adrenaline!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8837261573936026557?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8837261573936026557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8837261573936026557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8837261573936026557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8837261573936026557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahahah-finally-break.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SpvRZ_XDkHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CMTm5IrppzI/s72-c/IMG_0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-4932335493760063429</id><published>2009-08-29T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:16:03.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SplCv5tlrLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6PzAa7k8pB4/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375401020956716210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SplCv5tlrLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6PzAa7k8pB4/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been feeling pretty lost these days. I guess I'm experiencing my mid-teen-life crisis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been trying to reconstruct iTunes ever since my last lappy died, and I've been pretty successful so far! So, drop me any song you think I would like, or if you like it. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to write about random things now since I don't feel very structured (i guess you can tell). Shu and I spotted this epic unglam picture of wongmeister on facebook. HE WAS WEARING THE FAKE BANGS THING THAT THE MODERN DANCE GIRLS WORE FOR SYF! It was awesome. Yeahhhh. HAHAHA. Oh! I hope the hc production can give me inspiration for drama indiv, since its not everyday that we break our vows and step into their ... land. And I think I may start on friends/ gossip girl after eoys, since I probably won't have anything else to do right? I really hope 90210 season 2 will come out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina, Christine and flower tomorrow. I don't really intend to study but I bet they'll force me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I'm sounding incoherent. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U14s Team FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYS ftw..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-4932335493760063429?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/4932335493760063429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=4932335493760063429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4932335493760063429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4932335493760063429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-feeling-pretty-lost-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SplCv5tlrLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6PzAa7k8pB4/s72-c/IMG_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-6875272513813267679</id><published>2009-08-24T21:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:33:30.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SpKS67cHZkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hkvfiks8300/s1600-h/happy-always.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373518846492108354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SpKS67cHZkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hkvfiks8300/s320/happy-always.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo! I can't believe I'm still alive after only 3 and a half hours of sleep! anway, so many things have been happening and I'm so excited! Whatever for I have no idea, but I'm just seemingly engaging in positive thinking (which is extremely rare so i should remember this time). Anyway, ho made me get hooked on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you gonna be my girl -Jet&lt;/span&gt; and I can remember the lyrics! Hahaha. I sang it to Boon yen the whole day today. Then, we sang &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Waking up in Vegas&lt;/span&gt; together! We make an awesome duo I tell you!&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;Anyway, lit coursework has been sapping the life out of all of us but I sort of enjoy the filming hahaha it's so funny! The voice-overs are ultimate epic, no one should ever hear them. I was just coughing and snorting all the way, trying not to make myself laugh at, myself! &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;Then there was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The comedy of the tragic goats&lt;/span&gt; which I found quite relative to life, and indeed, it was the first cake production that I understood in the least. I somehow am starting to realise the effect plays have on people. It's so soothing and understanding, as if it were an animate object. Looking forward to drama group and indiv? Not really, but I know we'll pull through altogether(:&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;First happy thoughts in months now, today should go on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 2 Timothy 2:3&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;/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/7218825304027844180-6875272513813267679?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6875272513813267679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6875272513813267679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6875272513813267679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6875272513813267679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/08/woohoo-i-cant-believe-im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SpKS67cHZkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Hkvfiks8300/s72-c/happy-always.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-6598464844446345770</id><published>2009-08-16T20:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:04:19.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your will, and not mine to be done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are so many things in life that I want, but it isn't always that I get them. Easier said than done, we have to constantly trust and believe that He will make good my life and He won't fail me. It's really difficult, when I see others struggling too. A perfectly(maybe not perfect but) smart, happy and funny girl, ruined by unimportant, materialistic factors. Trodden esteem, robbed emotions. It just feels so sad that a million other kids(teens) out there are facing the very same things. I especially hate it when I forget to cherish a friendship, only to realise how important it is after that someone is gone. Not gone as in dead, but you know, moved or simply just got out of my life. I find it so difficult then to try making things feel like the same again, because I know it can never be the same again. People just change and things just move on and nothing or no one ever waits for me because I'm just so slow. And sometimes being so slow fustrates me but I can't do anything about it because I seem to enjoy worming in my own muddy pool a bit too much. Then its just this cycle which never stops, and whenever I really find someone I like, I can never make good that friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, I'm thankful for this bunch of awesome friends that at least try to drag me out of my muddy pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photographs really evoke nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I can't live in these memories forever.&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on, to avoid missing out on everything &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370539900672652962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Sof9ldentqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GavnztQl-70/s320/sebd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370542775183655506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SogAMx3cwlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nn2M6vJ5MRo/s320/d_(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370539901618819186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Sof9lhANEHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HsfgSfppO3Y/s320/sebd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;spot the bubbles! we worked really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370539912402515618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Sof9mJLPNqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7s4wnnfilLY/s320/sebd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy bubbly soapy thing. Another one of my best friends. I know this sounds stupidly childish, but blowing bubbles make me happy. You should try it someday too. I recommend you get the bubble gun, its a lot faster and the fun quadruples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(credits meg)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, this is a chiller. Back to the regime that sucks the life out of all, illogically, unreasonably.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6598464844446345770?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6598464844446345770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6598464844446345770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6598464844446345770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6598464844446345770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-will-and-not-mine-to-be-done.html' title='Your will, and not mine to be done'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/Sof9ldentqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GavnztQl-70/s72-c/sebd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-2598076124928434783</id><published>2009-08-07T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:18:01.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeheehee. Today was pretty awesome, to say the least. National Day celebrations was like every other year's, ya'know, the same ol' songs, but they just have this allure, that makes you want to sing it. At one point of time, I really felt so brain-washed, but I couldn't stop singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see the moon and the stars!&lt;br /&gt;look how far we've come!&lt;br /&gt;look around at our faces, they shine brightly in the sun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just the company and atmosphere that made me feel happy. Like really happy. I haven't felt so happy for a really long time! But I'm glad this is a timely break, since everything is catching up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH! I forgot to mention the bubbles! They were really cool! the bubble machine was epic cool! You just had to press this button like on a machine gun and bubbles just keep popping up! It was way cooler than the manual-blowing thing which was tiring. Anyway so when it ended, ape-y and I claimed our 60 cents orange bowl while waiting for megan. Then we went to her house and watched 5 mins of She's the Man which was awfully funny! Thanks ape-y for loaning me the vcd! I finished watching it! Now I know where you get all your ape-y instincts! Haha both of you are pretty similar, but amanda bynes is definitely cuter than you! (megan agrees too okay!) Then we went to Acres in Jalan Lekar, where it brought back horrible memories of menial labour. Oh and I think our SLP is gonna be a great hit! I'm sure we will succeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial potty plan didn't work out since Shu and chantel totally abandoned us. So then, had this big confusion of where angie, marie, karyn, sara and jeanette were and we decided to go join marie since she was all alone in cineleisure. Subway-ed and heard her funniest family jokes ever. I'd bet its in the genes! Then she had this theory of how subway cookies sink to your butt after you eat them, no, not funny. Angie called and persuaded us to go to far east to meet them. I was like... NO. so megan said "Sharon said she doesn't want to go to far east because its too slutty!"&lt;br /&gt;Marie snatched the phone and wailed "Sharon just stepped on a meat ball and she's damn pissed now!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am pleased to inform you here that none of that took place. Firstly, I did not think alooud (although I did think it secretly, but I have manners okay) and secondly, I did not step on a meatball. Megan and Marie were just finding excuses to wriggle out of it! So anyway angie agreed to meet us at wisma atria where we (meaning marie and I) roamed around freely with leftover popcorn while the compulsive shopaholics went shop-hopping, spending at least 20 mins in each store. Multiply that by the number of shops in ION, wisma and taka (okay a slight exaggeration here but whatever) and decide whether you EVER want to go SHOPPING with them. HAHA. I then realised that I got duped into going to wisma because angie's ploy was to make us go to far east after making us go to wisma. Treaded the slinky path there, and unluckily met a cap friend which I very clearly remember telling " I'll never go to Far East!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gee thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulked around abit more, with an eclair in hand, and finally decided to go to ION with marie. Ended up following her around to find her SPEEDO-ADULT-PREFERABLY-IN-BLUE-SWIMMING-CAP. Yes, it is that specific. It can't be Arena, it can't be for juniors, it can't even be pink. She couldn't be satisfied in the end, so we went back unaccomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun haha, and a good reboost for next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2598076124928434783?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2598076124928434783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2598076124928434783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2598076124928434783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2598076124928434783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/08/heeheehee.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1228089356160013331</id><published>2009-08-06T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:30:13.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been quite a happy day, surprisingly. It actually started out quite horrid, while rushing out drama portfolio. Then, with the heaving of my muscles and bones, I went to sleep at around 2 plus. School was awful, I felt like dying during chem, despite the obvious knowledge that if I didn't pay attention during chem, I would REALLY DIE. But anyway, I'm just glad today is over. I wonder how I survived on 4 hours of sleep and now still am here. Hmm, I've lasted 17 and a half hours and counting! Anyway, towards the end of the day, it got happier. So, I thought I might as well end today on a happy note, despite the already creeping-into-my-veins fatigue that is going to consume me in a few minutes time. There has been crazy practicing of dance to the WE WILL GET THERE ndp song. I just feel lame okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a last note, this is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB1UJsutvkc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB1UJsutvkc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1228089356160013331?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1228089356160013331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1228089356160013331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1228089356160013331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1228089356160013331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-has-been-quite-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8614657444128769106</id><published>2009-08-02T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:09:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KPK IS REALLY SICK. AND NO, THIS ISN'T INCESSANT WHINING. ITS HAVING TO WRITE ABOUT THE USE OF LIGHTING IN HIS PLAY. WHEN ITS ALL ABOUT &lt;em&gt;BAO BEIS &lt;/em&gt;AND EUNUCHS AND HOW (quotes directly from kuo pao kun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the enjoyment of the pleasure-seeking noblewomen becomes more enhanced and more safe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just speechless. I know the literary element is so captivating and fascinating and whatnot, but the content, albeit factual, holds SO MUCH INNUENDOS that even shirley finds it sick! But sharon wong likes it, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they always say that in drama, when you get hold of a script, try being in your character's shoes for a day to develop all that emotion and expression? Hell no am I gonna do that for this text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, KPK's writing is really awesome. But I just wonder why all has plays has to be along the lines of "THREE FAT VIRGINS" or "DESCENDANTS OF THE EUNUCH ADMIRAL". Actually I've seen other plays with innocent sounding names. But NO, WE HAVE TO DO EUNUCHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEE THANKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8614657444128769106?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8614657444128769106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8614657444128769106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8614657444128769106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8614657444128769106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/08/kpk-is-really-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7495997575758455200</id><published>2009-07-31T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:23:48.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Birds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Alfred Hitchcock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KwLiH8bWFdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KwLiH8bWFdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lit is killing me. Uh-no, not the report or analysis, but the fact that I actually have to keep watching this bloody (yes, I mean it literally) scene over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever going to comment on zooming in when I don't even dare open my eyes when the camera actually zooms in? And its not helping that there isn't music D: Darn, this is actually worse than one missed call, yeah, albeit in the comfort of my room, and full-blown filament wires luminating the whole room. Its making me feel like I am seeing THE LIGHT. Gourd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS FREAKING ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS FREAKING ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS FREAKING ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS FREAKING ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS FREAKING ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;/edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;whoa. I just successfully watched it while blasting dashboard confessional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no, no, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7495997575758455200?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7495997575758455200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7495997575758455200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7495997575758455200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7495997575758455200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/birds-by-alfred-hitchcock.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3668634668551541889</id><published>2009-07-19T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:21:06.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles</title><content type='html'>With so many tests to study for and so much homework, I find it a MIRACLE for me to be here. But then again, today was too miraculous for me not to blog about it. After service, I zoomed down to meet martha for vet's baptism at trinity church. We witnessed so many miraculous testimonies that I somehow felt roused, from the illusion of questioning where He was when I needed him near. Then I realised, how he has always been here, just that I've never really figured. I guess it was God's will for me to attend her baptism today and realise what I need to do in my life. Anyway, Yvette has been an awesome friend and fellow debater, despite her annoying insecurity issues, she has really been a nice friend and holy reminder. So, if you happen to read this, congratulations on this renewed journey with CHrist and may the Holy Spirit continue to guide you in your life. So, I guess I'm still trying to find out what to do and do whatever I need to do. Okay haha, that was a tongue twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then another miracle happened when I was on the bus back with them. This little cute boy was sitting in front of us and we were making funny faces and being all weird. Martha was convinced he was freaked out by me, but obviously her paedo tendencies were the real cause of his death-glares. Surprisingly, things took a turn for the better and he started turning back regularly to amuse us. HAHAHAHA. So anyway, when he left the bus, he waved AT ME and said bye TO ME like a few GAZILLION times! He was like, "bye bye! bye bye! bye bye! bye bye!" Then I was like, " BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE!" while desperately waving at him and hi-fi-ing him. AND HE GOT OFF THE SAME STOP AS MARTHA! HAHA! The irony. Anyway, that was a miracle because we seldom meet such responsive babies. Or little boys for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, YET another miracle happened! I went cycling with Gladys! You know how rare that is? With all the busy schedules and all. And I'm glad I went cycling with her. Not only did I get a good workout, I just enjoyed the time spent, albeit the nagging thought of chem, history and math at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was a good day spent, and I hope so will tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indescribable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;From the highest of heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to the depths of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Creation's revealing Your majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;From the colours of fall to the fragrance of spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Every creature unique in the song that it sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All exclaiming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uncontainable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You know them by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All powerful, untamable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we humbly proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or seen heavenly storhouses laden with snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who imagined the sun and gave source to its light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;None can fathom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Indescribable&lt;br /&gt;Uncontainable&lt;br /&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and&lt;br /&gt;You know them by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All powerful, untamable&lt;br /&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as&lt;br /&gt;we humbly proclaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uncontainable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You know them by name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All powerful, untamable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we humbly proclaim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Indescribable&lt;br /&gt;Uncontainable&lt;br /&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and&lt;br /&gt;You know them by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Incomparable, unchangeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You see the depths of my heart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You love me the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are amazing God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3668634668551541889?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3668634668551541889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3668634668551541889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3668634668551541889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3668634668551541889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracles.html' title='miracles'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8838367058530768303</id><published>2009-07-13T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:06:13.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops! I forgot to 大力推广MARTHA的博客！&lt;br /&gt;okay, so did that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;haha okay anyway, Martha's campaign blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightscameraandsatisfaction.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lightscameraandsatisfaction.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sung to the tune of POKER FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW'S THE TIME! NOW'S THE TIME TO VOTE FOR MARTHA CHING!&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTS, CAMERA, SATISFACTION!&lt;br /&gt;NOW'S THE TIME! NOW'S THE TIME TO VOTE FOR MARTHA CHING!&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTS, CAMERA, SATISFACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAR MAR MAR MARTHA CHING MAR MAR MARTHA CHING!&lt;br /&gt;MAR MAR MAR MARTHA CHING MAR MAR MARTHA CHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! megan made lyrics for like the rest of the song ! heehee! it can become like our dnd song since we all contributed to the awesome creation of it! only with different lyrics maybe. ohoh! and sweeen has like actions for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, VOTE MARTHA CHING!&lt;br /&gt;(NOT ONLY BECAUSE SHE WEARS LOTS OF BLING)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8838367058530768303?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8838367058530768303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8838367058530768303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8838367058530768303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8838367058530768303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops-i-forgot-to-martha-okay-so-did.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-5691797335119253596</id><published>2009-07-13T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:48:22.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHAHA. I AM UNEXPLAINABLY HIGH, DUE TO DRAMA LESSON AND I THINK ITS THE NUMBING EFFECTS AGAINST SCREWED-UP ORAL TODAY. NEED I SAY MORE?&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT ORAL (gives the tricia -serious, pissed, say-one-more-word-and-i-kill-you face)OR I WILL.. OKAY, I'M NOT SURE WHAT I'LL DO BUT IT SURE WON'T BE PLEASANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having done with that, here's a loong excerpt from christine's blog which is absolutely witty and hilarious, but disclaimer! if you're a twilight saga fan, please immediately fly away(LOL pun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay im still in the throes of teenage angst and i shall use it as an opportunity to make everyone feel as miserable as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting with twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so one day i was in Times bookstore browsing a book. i see an acceptably hot guy staring at me from a book's cover. i take it and flip over to the blurb. and i flip. the book plot's about this girl and a vampire dude and some werewolves are involved to and the book wasnt written by a certain S. Meyer and i was going what. the. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book's plot is a ripoff from twilight! speaking of which, why do people even want to read twilight? it has no plot, bad characters, a fucking MARY SUE as a protagonist and so irritating i wish Twilight was real just so i could punch her in the face. it has no extensive vocabularly or vast array of phrases that make you go, boohoo. in fact, if you ever cry because of text-centred approach its because you're thinking, "ohmygod. please tell me that Meyer didn't just massacre the english language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PEOPLE ARE COMPARING HER TO JK ROWLING I MEAN PLEASE. JK is genius. she doesn't have complicated phrases but that's absolved by the genius plot. you can tell she's been thinking when she writes the book, at least. Meyer, on the other hand's like, OOOH OOOH OOH I WANT THIS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND . and she writes all the qualities down, bases it on an urban myth, makes the guy devastatingly hot and sparkly, and wham, its a bestseller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;i feel very scared for this generation, with the average teenager's reading list starting at Twilight and ending at Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooh, i like my boyfriend, he's sparkly!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the movie sucked shit. I SAW THE SHAPE OF EDDIE'S RED CONTACTS so fake. the acting was so stilted and i kept laughing during the show because it was utterly ridiculous (the blog post from my old blog here) . the plot was even worse than the book's (and the impossible just keep happening.) and the acting was about just as good as channel 5's. which, as well all know, isn't exactly hollywood worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was it able to sweep all the awards, over gossip girl, which has a extremely good looking, well-dressed and overall glamorous cast, and a complicated gossip plot line, or better yet, the dark fucking knight. they can't act! eddie over here looks like a bloody douchebag? ohmigod i think if i concentrate enough, he does hold a slight (and i emphasise on slight) relation to Nate Archibald of Gossip Girl (by the way, to liken the resemblance more this is the worst photo i have of him) AND YOU CAN SEE, NATE IS SO MUCH HOTTER EVEN THOUGH I DONT LIKE NATE MUCH BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one reason why fangirls still go into orgasm hearing edward cullen's name. they all want an Edward to their Bella. which i must therefore pop, because i honestly feel damn irritated by all the vampire-y shows and books popping up and taking away shelf space of those that should be appreciated more, like The Name of The Wind, or Skinned. both are exceedingly rare, but one of the best books i read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO GIRLS LIKE EDWARD SO MUCH? he plays the piano, musically inclined. he's hot. he's smart. he's undateable. he's a vampire, which pretty much guarantees the best love bites ever. and he's the most cliche thing ever to walk this universe ("oh i love you bella will never leave you honeybaby w0rhsxsxsz not even to that infernal hairy wolfboy of yours lurbb lurbb muacksxsxsz") BUT HONESTLY GIRLS DO YOU REALLY THINK SUCH A PERSON EXISTS. and even if he does, what are the chances of him finding you of all people? what makes you so special? what's with the sudden allure to vampires, if you're that into mythical creatures go find a Yeti to snuggle with. or a Giant Octopus. i swear there're more chances of them existing than a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so utterly disgusting how people react to New Moon its like they actually think they're reliving the book through the movie again. and that's fine with me, if you're into the whole attain-nirvana-through-repeatedly-dying kind of thing. please oh god dont let that grow up till our next generation our kids will be born half retarded with a love-biting tendencies trying to imitate the latest vamp fad ohmigod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, vampire sperm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA okay, besides the expletives, it owns you, and not to mention, meyer. hahaha, although I actually think twilight the movie is slightly feeling. &lt;br /&gt;so anyway, haha, have fun :D with oral. and to all those who DON"T have oral, i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the next few weeks will be spent on greek theatre, EUNUCH admirals(oh great thanks KUO PAO KUN) and little terrorists running around lush green plains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-5691797335119253596?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5691797335119253596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5691797335119253596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5691797335119253596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5691797335119253596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-6763859389192143703</id><published>2009-07-12T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:58:08.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm supposed to be doing drama grah! which is due in approximately 2 hour and 9 minutes but I just wanted to update, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so, oral is like, tomorrow. And drama, is also like,tomorrow. And drama o-level individual devised piece is also due like, in 2 hours time. &lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I should sleep soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, while sitting through sermon this morning, I realised that awesome pastors would make awesome debaters. Aren't they supposed to convince people that God exists and we should believe in Him? &lt;br /&gt;Then, I realised, the only difference between pastors and debaters was their audience. People watching a debate rely maybe a full 100% on logic and sense, but a congregation most probably relies on a full 100% of FAITH. No?&lt;br /&gt;I will need lots of FAITH, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles! wish me all the best for oral!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6763859389192143703?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6763859389192143703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6763859389192143703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6763859389192143703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6763859389192143703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-im-supposed-to-be-doing-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-514530667655185456</id><published>2009-07-05T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:30:50.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to Isabelle Li Siyun. (although she will never read this haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've known her since primary one, but believe me, our primary school days were troubled by lots of childish causes. I guess after growing up, I've learnt to cherish more distant friendships, especially when I've been hitting rough patches recently in every area of my life. The purpose of this post is simply to shoutout how awesome Isabelle is. I've been trying to spot her matches on TV these few days and boy was I lucky! So anyway, it was a really tough match! they had like 7 games in total because the game kept going back and forth. She was really exhausted but brilliant all the same, with all her damn pro tactics. I believe everyone who've seen her match will agree that she has such fantastic strategy and stamina. Although she didn't win, she was awesome all the same. I cannot emphasise anymore on how AWESOME she is, but she really is AWESOME! After her match though, she looked really disappointed. She has always been a perfectionist especially in her sport, wanting to do her best in everything. She has never been good with failures, but that is exactly why she is doing so well now. I am dead sure that the whole of Singapore is darn proud of her for her awesome-ness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen into this pool of nostalgia, and my primary school friends have been digging out those long-forgotten and felt emotions I've had. Sometimes I wish we could all be in primary school forever, devoid of the ugliness of this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my whole primary school class is so proud of Isabelle! &lt;br /&gt;So, (to isabelle) don't feel too bad alright? &lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she will out-do herself the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-514530667655185456?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/514530667655185456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=514530667655185456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/514530667655185456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/514530667655185456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-post-is-dedicated-to-isabelle-li.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-223595719666762227</id><published>2009-07-04T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:51:01.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJuNgBkloFE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJuNgBkloFE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh!  DIAPER HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits christine! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-223595719666762227?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/223595719666762227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=223595719666762227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/223595719666762227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/223595719666762227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/geesh-diaper-head-ahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2915473236636296107</id><published>2009-07-04T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:15:49.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I was never meant to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know HE has never wanted me to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I just can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't exactly call it regret, but its definitely painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel so horrible now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I am stranded, out at sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Struggling alone in those icy waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I see so many people at shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They are desperately trying to tug at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I won't budge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That stupid &lt;em&gt;pride&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;So now, I am reduced to escaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;How long more can I do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm feeling so, so, so, EPIC LOWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2915473236636296107?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2915473236636296107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2915473236636296107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2915473236636296107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2915473236636296107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-was-never-meant-to-feel-this.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7277064902282146222</id><published>2009-06-28T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:47:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama + cap + culminatio!</title><content type='html'>So there, a break from all that writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fruitful and eventful, except for drama in the afternoon, in which we completely did not accomplish anything! Did I mention that I stepped into cement on the way to chantel's?! Argh! Boy, was I pissed! My coolio shoes were white and nice and FROM UK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, slacked all the way at Chantel's and then we all decided to go to the botanic gardens!After we reached, we took a long trek, before arriving at the spot of congregation. Met Ruth, and Lianne, and enting and not many other people, which was mildly disappointing. Haha. Watched people play twister (ahahaha) and then played with meg's camera. Halfway through, we quietly hopped over to the drammadicts and started camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were pretty bored, and thus did weird things, like look at ants (?) and yeah, funny, random things. We were convinced to go back and oastracise ourselves (haha) but it wasn't that bad. It was nice to see people again and soak in the atmosphere even if it were just for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, had a hard time making megan get back her speakers, and it was a pretty awkward scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the crux of today's post, CULMINATIO! (woah, cheem name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suffering for like, say 20 minutes of hearing shu go on and on and on about how pretty the GIRLS were, I was pretty much grossed out. But that wasn't the worst. Let me tell you about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; later. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BUS STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think the plot was pretty much relevant to our age and lives, and physical theatre was pretty obvious throughout. The repetition in movements created quite a good impact, and characterization was good too. It somehow reminded me of stock characters, like the perv, the jock, the prep and the coveted guy(?). I think the content made the most sense to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MAMA LOOKING FOR HER CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pretty draggy, especially in the beginning. And it also felt like our sec two practical piece. I thought more conventions could have been explored and used. The symbolism was good though, like the cat and paper planes. Kuo Pao Kun! reminded me of our eunuch o level piece :/ which shu is apparently LOOKING FORWARD TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NEVER THE SINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH! This was the highlight of the night, according to shu, cos her NATHAN was there! I think he was supposed to act gay or something? So throughout the whole performance, whenever Dick(Nathan) touched Nathan(the other gay partner), shu would squirm and sink deeper into her seat. She even called Nathan(the gay partner) a b**** just because Nathan(the hot one in shu's eyes) keeps touching him(gay partner). Sigh, the names are confusing me. Anyway, I didn't really get what it was trying to say and I guess there is an obvious lack in physical theatre? Characterization was good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;STUCK IN NEUTRAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best, in my opinion. Symbolism and all were awesome! and the physical part was really good, rhythmic, graceful and all. It was very emotion evoking, and I almost teared at the end. Really effective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for such brief descriptions but its 2:46 AM and I'm stuck in a dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7277064902282146222?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7277064902282146222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7277064902282146222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7277064902282146222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7277064902282146222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-cap-culminatio.html' title='drama + cap + culminatio!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2444970526914518120</id><published>2009-06-26T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:21:57.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t think'/><title type='text'>low</title><content type='html'>Since life's been getting harder and all, I've been trying to write, to get it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honety's prime right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentorship, yes no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expectations, parents, others, self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore boredom is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts are running crazily through my mind, can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's complicated, and I wouldn't say it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2444970526914518120?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2444970526914518120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2444970526914518120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2444970526914518120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2444970526914518120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/06/low.html' title='low'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2095188164344951973</id><published>2009-06-24T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:43:17.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please pick me up!</title><content type='html'>THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING AND EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOREDOM CALLS HAVE MADE ME CREATE THE LONG-SHOULD-HAVE-BEEN-CREATED BLOG OF PICK-UP LINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE, &lt;a href="http://www.pleasepickmeup.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.pleasepickmeup.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those love-sick souls out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(squeals) yay! it has finally come to fruition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2095188164344951973?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2095188164344951973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2095188164344951973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2095188164344951973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2095188164344951973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-pick-me-up.html' title='please pick me up!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1287773905146150171</id><published>2009-06-22T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:22:01.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-SIGH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say: IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: YES THAT IS ALL I CAN SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: I WANT TO KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH ME TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I AM SO BORED, I AM CONVERSING WITH MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AIN'T THAT GREAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since megan counted down, I probably should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we are such no-lifers who do nothin all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Martha&lt;br /&gt;2) Chantel&lt;br /&gt;3) Shu&lt;br /&gt;4) Megan&lt;br /&gt;5) Gladys&lt;br /&gt;6) Marie Tan&lt;br /&gt;7) Marie Chong&lt;br /&gt;8) Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, practically everyone who has a blog in this world alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've already gotten a PhD in blog-stalking or something.&lt;br /&gt;I've visited every link on my blog, again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. SO. BOREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE JUST TALK TO ME ON MSN OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'VE BEEN STUCK AT HOME FOR THE PAST 119 HOURS, 20 MINUTES AND COUNTING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1287773905146150171?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1287773905146150171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1287773905146150171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1287773905146150171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1287773905146150171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh-you-say-is-that-all-you-can-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1584987155301267981</id><published>2009-06-19T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:19:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUKY</title><content type='html'>so, after three years of yearning and awaiting, DUKY has finally come to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going through this whole roller coaster of events, we finally made it to UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot imagine how excited we were throughout the whole trip, maybe except when we were on the plane back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much heartfelt thanks to everyone who made this trip possible, authorities on both ends- singapore and uk- and also all the students and dramaddicts! that made this experience a definitely unforgettable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me with much regret now that we're all quarantined at home for seven days, but looking back on the last ten days in UK, I'm sure all of us will deem this worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, lets reminisce about the last ten days in UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight, sorry to say, was absolutely boring. I initially thought it would be much fun to gallavant about on the plane. but no. sad, hard truth? it's terribly boring to watch like almost 10 chick flick movies with no moral values whatsoever. and after the 5th, you start to confuse their characters in the movies, thinking that you are still watching "He's not that into you" when you're actually at "Confessions of a shopaholic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we landed, we brisk-walked out into what seemed like winter, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yada yada bus ride yada yada travelodge yada yada dinner @ wagamama where I had a taste of reliving my childhood. I had an ice lolly! peach-flavoured, it was okay but I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then walked around abit and witnessed exotic birds (they seriously looked like seagulls or something) flying around. even the dustbins are cool and classic (weird I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to school, the scenery was breath-taking, plus there were lots of animals like cows and sheep and horses grazing, a sight that can NEVER be witnessed in singapore, so of course I whipped out my handy dandy camera and snapped away! but unfortunately, I was quite slow and didn't get to get good picture on the first day YET. (we would pass by the same route everyday for five days HAH there's plenty of opportunities tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school, our first impression was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my gosh. the girls are so freaking pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are seriously so pretty, I felt so chinese next to them. okay, I know I AM chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had these warm ups that really got us "burning". it was pretty physically demanding as it lasted for at least half an hour, or so it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had this mask workshop thing where we had to make masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school, we went to Marks and Spencers to do grocery shopping and I bought plenty of tomatoes! they are really really REALLY GOOOOOD! IT'S A MUST TRY IN UK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had dinner at slugs &amp;amp; lettuce. the beef pie thing was quite nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three was nothing much so i shall just skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had more rehearsals for the joint play that Ridings High and our school was working together for. after that, the Ridings students brought us shopping! (not like I really like shopping but it was so sweet of them to offer hahaha) then we went to Liam's place to have a barbecue! the food was so good! and there was this baby- i can't remember boy or girl, but i think its a her- she was so so so cute! shu totally illegally sniffed her. her paedo instincts. but i smelt her too, and she really did smell like flowers hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was about all, we took quite a few group shots and then went back to travelodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more rehearsals, which I do not want to delve deep into detail about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Island! All of them were really good! Especially Tom, so I was glad his band won! Autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also thinking that Joe should have a band too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to travelodge and chantel insisted on making music videos(??) that turned out weird and cannot-be-seen-by-the-world. we then embarked on writing farewell cards (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until like 2+3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY SIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had three performances. but the last performance was the most important one because it somehow determined if the UK students could come over to Singapore for the exchange. So of course, we did our ultimate best, and for the first time in six days, I actually perspired (its 18 degrees there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were really happy after the last performance and we did the "Everybody Dance now!" clap-dance. then we had this buffet sort of thing and took more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ridings high students did something so unforgettable and touching, I'll just have to post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f6775933d371b63" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f6775933d371b63%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE0461A8455A467D4286FEC4FE04DAEBE474E044.3C6FCE3E7079FB36ABD12BE8DC406C846651D2B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f6775933d371b63%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp-0Cv81aKuDGk6LtQS5kswnPoGE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f6775933d371b63%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE0461A8455A467D4286FEC4FE04DAEBE474E044.3C6FCE3E7079FB36ABD12BE8DC406C846651D2B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f6775933d371b63%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp-0Cv81aKuDGk6LtQS5kswnPoGE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;they sang and played this awesome song for us (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then they gave us their ridings pullovers (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was pretty much indescribable and now as I'm typing this, I feel this warm fuzzy feeling inside me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when we had to go, it was a really difficult goodbye. we kept hugging each other and telling each other how much we would miss each other and almost everyone cried. although I didn't know many of them well, it just felt sad and dreary that we had to leave this coven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when our bus was getting ready to leave, all of them we like preparing to chase the bus. how sweet can this get man. it ended up with quite a few accidents which made us feel more touched.&lt;br /&gt;in the bus, we started singing all the songs we had sung with them. cue more tears and whimpers. when it really started sinking in, that we were never going to see them again, i felt really low.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the next few days, we were in London. nothing much happened except for musuem visiting and shopping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh! we watched romeo and juliet, Wicked and peter pan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wicked was really awesome! nothing like you've seen in Singapore. We even got matching shirts that reads " I (heart) OZ" in purple! whoppee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really hope the Ridings High students can come over to Singapore! So that we can return them this favour, this memory, this experience, that I think I wouldn't forget in this lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIDINGS HIGH - CHIJ ST NICHOLAS DRAMA EXCHANGE TRIP 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOR THE WAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(L) sharon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1584987155301267981?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2f6775933d371b63&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1584987155301267981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1584987155301267981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1584987155301267981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1584987155301267981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/06/duky.html' title='DUKY'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7668934020552613831</id><published>2009-06-06T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:57:37.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAP</title><content type='html'>CAP was Awesomely Breath-taking, Crazily Dazzling, Edifying, Fabulous, Groovy, Hot, Indescribably Jolly, (K)oolio, Luscious, Mind-blowing, Nice, Overwhelming, POW-WOW-WOW, Quenching, Remarkable, Stupefying, Terrific, Unparalleled, Visionary, Wonderful, Xceptional, Yowza Homie(quote manda), Zealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just amazing! Like, TO-THE-MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY OG 4 AND POETRY SLAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! AND CAP COUNCIL, ESPECIALLY CHERYL AND NADIA (although I didn't talk to them very much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cap council is made up of a bunch of really cool and funny people!&lt;br /&gt;awesome much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dorms were awesome! (despite it looking like a prison when its dark and when you're all alone in the night, lying on the bed, trying to think that no one's near you. the transponder is annoying but sort of cool too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the canteen was awesome! (it was air-conditioned and the food was good! albeit the sticky and slippery floor. I especially liked the grilled chicken, carbonara- which was surprisingly nicer than pasta mania's- and the FAMOUS CHEESE PRATA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waffle shop was awesome! (they had really good service! the staff were nice and friendly and the waffles -main point here- were yummy! at least it tasted different from waffles outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the auditorium was awesome! (although it was very very very cold, it was pretty cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poetry slam room ws awesome! (no particular reason, i just liked the slamming -to much surprise- cos I was initially feeling pretty emo about the slam-and-not-drama-workshop thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aCAPella was awesome! (funny much! all those skeletons dragged out of their closets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, the lectures were actually quite interesting! but I only liked a few, namely, Lee Thean-Jeen, Aaron Maniam, Philip Holden and Courttia Newland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the writing workshops were better in my opinion! I especially enjoyed the Yew Kong Leong one. It was so funny yet intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, updates and funny things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headnote: I was very much emo-ing and being anti-social throughout the camp due to a few reasons. Firstly, there were boys. Secondly, overwhelming socialising was going on, which sort of put me off. Thus, I only talked to Lianne, Melissa and Charmaine. Which is quite pathetic I know, for a five day camp, but at least I made nice good friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation games were a little dead and short. one embarrasing fact though, when they asked for self introductions of a PLACE/LOCATION, I dumbly said "I live in my own bubble" Like WOW that was SO DUMB OF ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then we had two plenary lectures, in which marie chong attended too. during the second lecture, the fire alarm sounded. MC then frantically flailed her arms at megan and I (both ends of the auditorium) and kept pointing to herself, waving her hands towards her neck in quick succession. simply put, she was trying to mime to us that she was so hot that the fire alarm sounded. I was just like WOW YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during lunch, she shared with us her life story, which, cannot be described in detail here so yes. after the ramble, she INSISTED that we go with her to find some stupid swimming pool in ACS(I). when we said no, she grumbled another life story of hers, how she used to train there when she was a kid and how she was NEVER going to see it again. of course we didn't go with her. we left her to her own devices while we sat on the fake grass field of ACS(I) and started formulating theories about why they needed a fake grass field.&lt;br /&gt;the opening ceremony was an utter bore, during which I witnessed more socialising. oh but I saw someone whom yuen ping would have loved to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much it, we went back to the dorms and I had a hard first night trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly better with the lecture and I sort of enjoyed the writing workshops too! nothing much happened, except that we learnt the bottle game from greg. It is quite exciting and addictive and I secretly think that it helps you train abs because after I play it for awhile, I always feel my stomach muscles hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had our first performance workshop (poetry slam) on that day. I was actually feeling slightly dreary about it, especially after knowing that drama had michael corbridge. But it actually turned out quite fun and we got to make our own script and stuff, although I would have preferred more space and freedom in terms of expression. difficult story to tell here, so anyway, it was relatively enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the plenary lecture on that day, it was tea break. so now let me tell you this horribly sad story of tea break. we initially joined this queue (there were two queues), but after queuing for about ten minutes, there was NO MORE FOOD. so, we joined the only other queue. but after less than ten seconds, a dozen people started cutting our queue! Desperate, cold, hungry and sleepy, we were annoyed. hungry men are angry men. so, we went back into the LT and found out that all the books were sold out! how much better can the day get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I thoroughly enjoyed the writing workshop by Dr Yew Kong Leong. It was by far the most interesting and my favourite one! many funny events happened and I will cite one here. this group came up with this play about foreign talent and then they received comments.&lt;br /&gt;It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so ridiculous! The play doesn't really make sense!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, everything &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;make sense because this is Singapore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who was trying to defend his group was speaking with this weird eyebrow twitching actions which was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, same group, different guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this character is a foreign talent from Bangladeshi, he is named Ahmed (pronounced as &lt;em&gt;ar-chi-med&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahmed (&lt;em&gt;ar-chi-med&lt;/em&gt;) sounds egyptian!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's half-egyptian and half-bangladeshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nods to self, pleased with witty remark-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, practiced like mad for slam and also stole a few glances of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plenary lecture was a life saver. Prof Philip Holden mentioned Kuo Pao Kun's play which happens to be our o-level script! so, of course I jumped at this opportunity to ask for more elaboration and analysis on that play. The amazingly embarrassing thing was, I had to ask&lt;br /&gt;"Can you elaborate more on the context of the 3rd reading (which was titled 'Descendants of the EUNUCH admiral') and maybe his choice of writing material? yeah..." in front of like a few hundred people which includes species from the opposite gender. embarrassing much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, megan and I then went to ask him more about the play in private after his lecture which deemed more useful then my weird question at first. yay us:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the forums commenced. I thought that forum one was actually quite interesting, contrary to popular belief. see? I actually make good decisions! there was this painting of an anime like character maid which instigated much debate about whether she was smiling or crying (HAHAHAHA) and it immediately reminded us about someone (HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second forum was slightly boring, again contrary to popular belief (sometimes I wonder if I'm really weird or what).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this gathering thing in which we had impersonations and waffles, magic tricks which creeped me out like mad and the councillors performance. GREAT GREAT GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;sleepy unglam face unglam sleepy face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced more slam, then we packed off to the actual site to practice some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day five :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( I woke up like at 6, to find melissa outside my door. she asked if I was ready to go down. I was like "huh? I just woke up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I zoomed down in 20 minutes (thanks to my exceptional ability of rushing in the mornings -I train every day- hahahahaha!) and wasn't late.&lt;br /&gt;the last plenary was somewhat interesting. not very lecturish but it taught us all some important concepts of life despite its length. we even had a teach-slang-session whereby the speaker taught us some british slang(yay for uk!) and we taught him some singaporean slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced more more for slam then went down to actual site for technical and full dress run. It was quite cool to see all the performances (they were awesome!) but when we rehearsed, I tripped, fell and hurt my foot. now, it's officially a sprained ankle and am worried that I can't go for uk! but oh well nevermind, it's quite mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real run was awesome! Charmaine and I didn't miss a single word! I'm keeping my comments for the other performances to myself, but in general, they were all really awesome too! It was incredible to see how much they came up with within a short span of five days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda sad that CAP had to end and now I missed the dorms, the canteen, the waffle shop and above all, all the people and aCAPella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll try to keep this awesome experience in my mind forever, and not forget it within the next few days which I'm extremely vulnerable to since I suffer from some brain capacity malfunction (I'm dead serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAP has been awesome, so I hope my brain won't give up on me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if I forget, I can always look up my archive and read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Martha insists that I credit her on the use of some of her adjectives at the very top of the post. In which case you haven't noticed, there's an adjective for every letter in the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: I spent like more than an hour on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: I'm having cap withdrawal symptoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS: I LOVE CAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7668934020552613831?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7668934020552613831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7668934020552613831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7668934020552613831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7668934020552613831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/06/cap.html' title='CAP'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-202970911376534804</id><published>2009-05-31T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:07:15.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS IS LONG OVERDUE BUT OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUKY DUKY DUKY DUKY DUKY DUKY DUKY DUKY DUKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR PLANE TOILETS AND GORY MESS OF INTESTINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-202970911376534804?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/202970911376534804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=202970911376534804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/202970911376534804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/202970911376534804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheeeeeee.html' title='WHEEEEEEE'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8857085795448044418</id><published>2009-05-25T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:25:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>i feel so bl--dy darn pissed off now&lt;br /&gt;cos guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duky is cancelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUKY IS BL--DY DARN CANCELLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;swine flu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellooooooooo! no one died in uk hellooooooooo!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they have to be kia-si and all, and crush us all.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, when cedar can still bl--dy go to uk this friday?!&lt;br /&gt;how fair can this get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BOTHER TO OFFER YOUR CONDOLENCES COS NOTHING IS GONNA HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE ALL GONNA PETITION, GET OUR PARENTS TO EMAIL MOE EVERY HOUR AND DO EVERYTHING WE CAN TO GO TO UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUKY, I'M NOT GONNA GIVE UP ON YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SIT ON THE AEROPLANE, GO TO THE AEROPLANE'S TOILET, AND TRY FLUSHING THE TOILET WHILE SITTING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL NEEDS TO GO TO UK AND FIND AN ANGMOH BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CABBY NEEDS TO GO TO UK TO FIND HER ROBERT PATTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHU NEEDS TO GO MAKE ANGMOH FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF US NEED TO GO TO UK AND BE IMMERSED WITH ANGMOHS AND ESCAPE FROM ALL THE CHINESE HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I SOUND UTTERLY SPOILT, DUMB AND BIMBOTIC, BUT LOOK, AT LEAST I'M NOT PLANNING TO GO THERE TO FIND AN ANGMOH HUSBAND RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ACTUALLY NOT ALL THE OTHER THINGS, ITS THE SIMPLEST FACT THAT WE'LL GET TO ACTUALLY MAKE A PLAY WITH ALL THE OTHER DRAMA STUDENTS AND THE WHOLE AWESOME EXPERIENCE OF HAVING A SLUMBER PARTY, CUP NOODLES PARTY AND ALL! NOW IT'S ALL GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF US HAVE WAITED THREEEEEE FREAKING LONG YEARS FOR WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN IN 13 DAYS TIME, AND NOW, BECAUSE OF SWINE FLU(?!?!?!?) WHAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THREEE YEARS HAVE POOFED, BAM, WHAM, VANISHED AND WE'RE ALL GONNA FEEL SO SAD THAT WE'RE NOT GOING TO CAMWHORE IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WEEKS AGO, I TOLD SHU THAT IF HE SAID DUKY WAS CANCELLED, WE'LD ALL STAND IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR AND CRY. BUT TODAY, WE COULDN'T EVEN CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S THE EXTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN THIS WEEK GET ANY WORSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8857085795448044418?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8857085795448044418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8857085795448044418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8857085795448044418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8857085795448044418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-6354745744587595361</id><published>2009-05-18T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:12:49.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeee!</title><content type='html'>much thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;felt so touched today!&lt;br /&gt;cards and presents were all awesome!&lt;br /&gt;i really never knew singapore had so much giraffe merchandise!&lt;br /&gt;see! when there's a will, there's a way!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, short post now since THE THROAT is killing me&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm schooling tomorrowD:&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll miss me!&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL OVER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6354745744587595361?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6354745744587595361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6354745744587595361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6354745744587595361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6354745744587595361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheeeeee.html' title='wheeeeee!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8142157370494881891</id><published>2009-05-11T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:16:08.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we say ice ice baby      ICE ICE BABY</title><content type='html'>so many things have happened in this short span of time.&lt;br /&gt;so today, i'll be talking about camp and xuwen's farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, before that, happy Mother's day!&lt;br /&gt;plan fell through though but never mind, we shall make it up soooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, on to camp.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty awesome, just that day one was boring.&lt;br /&gt;we played this navy seals game that everyone else was cheating at and there were spiders, millipedes and lots of love grass that stuck on to my track pants.&lt;br /&gt;so much so that i went up to ho and carolyn, pointed at my track pants and said&lt;br /&gt;"hey look! this spring's newest fashion statement!"&lt;br /&gt;after that was the leadership talk, which pretty much caused the incessant pain my bottom had to go through. well at least we learnt about the SWOT thing, and the class SWOT thing was highly amusing, the threats being prime and all. and oh, i can never forget what ho wrote on her personal threats part. she wrote "poor health"&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing like crazy and then after that i saw simin write "poor health (H5N1)"&lt;br /&gt;i guess this demonstrates the truth in er ru mu ran (if i remembered it clearly)?&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, so that was pretty much the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day was a whole lot better!&lt;br /&gt;there were high elements like rock climbing, log walking, and scary things.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was the first time i truly experienced the power of motivation and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that the screams and cheers were so powerful!&lt;br /&gt;honestly, when i was up on the log, my legs were trembling, i felt so scared, i felt chicken!&lt;br /&gt;but i knew i couldn't just give up, i mean, i had such a hard time getting up and all right?&lt;br /&gt;so, i just walked and walked and walked, praying in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a relief when it ended and even now i can't seem to remember how i felt there and then.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at the moving logs station, i once again felt the power of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;sara was really scared and seriously, just looking at the swaying tyres made me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;so, ho and i, being the great awesoem composers we are, made a cheer for sara and screamed it to her throughout! she was so cute! when her harness rope thing got tangled with the tyre, the safety instructor said she had to get on the tyre again. we were all like "WHAT?!?!?!?!?" she then tried to lift the tyre, but eventually she got back onto it, spun one round and got back on the platform. she was so brave! awesome guts!&lt;br /&gt;next was the high rock climbing. i thought since i only did 1 item so far, it wouldn't hurt giving another one a go right? i didn't want to go home having only tried the log thing! so i gave it a go.&lt;br /&gt;mackie was before me and i tell you she was so totally cool! she scaled the thing like spiderwoman or something! she was so good! she really raised the bar!&lt;br /&gt;so i was next. i told myself that i would be contented just to reach the seventh panel, anyway 7 is my favourite number. and it was really tough, the arms were like on anesthesia, numb and all. but i just tried, up, up and away! but i stopped at the eighth panel although i would have really liked to reach the top!&lt;br /&gt;after lunch was the team bonding games. i think it was really until then that all of us displayed the willpower, enthusiasm and will to overcome the obstacles. although i would have really liked to succeed in games like the hand entanglement and the mat game, we just have to accept failures sometimes. actually many a times. but it was really nice that all of us took the initiative to try to cooperate and solve the problem. i just felt this indescribable sense of fulfilment when everyone was trying their best as a team. despite the failure, i felt that all of us gave our personal best and worked really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and campfire was awesome(okay, i need to work on my thesaurus and vocab, i can't keep using awesome!) let's just say the campfire was astounding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! IT'S HOT IN HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE MUST BE SOME HOPE IN THIS ATMOSPHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SAY ICE ICE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE ICE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! ITS HOT IN HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE MUST BE SOME REASON FOR THIS TEMPERATURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SAY ICE ICE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE ICE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE BRINGING UP THE TEMPERATURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-O HO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-O-P HOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-O-P-E HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE HOPE 3 HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cues screaming, raving and jumping around-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE OUR (once again) AWEEEEEEEESOMEEEEEEEE CHEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY THINK OUR CHEER WAS THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL, HIP AND IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so yes, unfortunately we (meg and i) didn't get to camwhore on day 3 due to some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad yeah i know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since i didn't get to participate in the affirmation note writing thing, i shall do it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i want to thank the whole of 3 HOPE, Ms Lee and the instructors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially:&lt;br /&gt;mackie -for sending me that awesome touching sms, really made my day!&lt;br /&gt;yan lin -for talking to me in between breaks and waiting for me and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;carolyn -for talking too!&lt;br /&gt;weiting - for being such a great team member and leading us all in the cool team games!&lt;br /&gt;jeanette -for helping in the games too!&lt;br /&gt;marie -for making such funny observations and comments that made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;megan -for whining about insects! haha no luh, for waiting and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;lynette -for being so cool and un-stony!&lt;br /&gt;angeline -for being so enthusiastic about everything!&lt;br /&gt;claire -for being all funny and nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest for just being part of this awesome class!&lt;br /&gt;I think I love 3 hope now!&lt;br /&gt;at least we can look forward to many more AWESOME months together yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 HOPE FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(L)(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: its getting late, the brain cells are screaming, so i shall continue with xuwen's farewell tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 HOPE IS (L)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8142157370494881891?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8142157370494881891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8142157370494881891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8142157370494881891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8142157370494881891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-say-ice-ice-baby-ice-ice-baby.html' title='we say ice ice baby      ICE ICE BABY'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1432578770444990285</id><published>2009-05-01T22:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:41:13.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>martha-the-paedo(failed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh my gosh! this is so exciting, I can hardly contain my excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this post is almost only addressed to martha, but of course all of you are free to read about this significant milestone in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;point for today: I'm going to prove today that martha has failed as a paedo. she has failed terrible and sadly and thus, today marks the end of her paedo-ing career because something all professional paedo-ers dread has happened -a paedo-kid exclaiming his(in this case, martha only paedos on boys, talk about magnets) paedo-master as scary/ gross/ frightening/ pervy-looking/ anything negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i start on anything, martha, please comment, will this little paedo-ee induce any emotion for you to prey on him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330878790037702226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SfsWA-zchlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bmkP3ccP9aA/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be honest marth, don't delude and convince yourself he isn't cute because HE FREAKING IS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;this cute little awesome paedo-ee that martha would love to prey on (it's like ho meeting cats, visualise that scenario- ho gawking at the cat, stones a little while due to over-excitement, then sprints over, pounces on it, and does something unimaginable and indescribable to that little pussy cat), actually saw her ghastly, fear-inducing picture (that made her look like she suffers from mental retardation) and comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fyi marth, your photo was enlarged, slightly larger than A4 size. and the approximate size of your eye, was as big as three $1 coins put together. you want to know how it looked like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330872755028050482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SfsQhspBQjI/AAAAAAAAADU/AUiM7DweE8o/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;take this photo and multiply it by ten. there you have it:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amusing much, his response. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4a4216c8e9ec8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c4a4216c8e9ec8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23466C7E8DD4A37C322981FDEBA8A90DD6D4842C.6DA5F30778441D35D800EAA7A1DB421A9751DCB9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4a4216c8e9ec8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGnvV9Kich8ivj2WutLMqvyhGviU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c4a4216c8e9ec8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23466C7E8DD4A37C322981FDEBA8A90DD6D4842C.6DA5F30778441D35D800EAA7A1DB421A9751DCB9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4a4216c8e9ec8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGnvV9Kich8ivj2WutLMqvyhGviU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so as can be seen from the video, he was thoroughly scared and scarred for having to witness something so horrendous. I don't think he will ever want to near anyone called martha ever ever ever again for as long as he lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by any chance if you wonder upon yonder star who the lead in the video is, he's carolyn's brother! Ian Chan En En? I guess that's his name heh. he was so cute, and was in fact trying to play hard to get at the beginning. he refused to take a picture with me! com'on! no cute kid has ever refused a picture with me! like hello, i'm like their best playmate!? so obviously persevering and all, i was determined to make him take a picture with me. true enough, he initiated a picture with me! HAHAHAHAHA (sorry martha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, on to the next point of the post today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to do a short introduction to carolyn's life to all of you potential stalkers out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;get ready to be shocked, surprised and be pleasantly tickled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;firstly(in no chronological order), guess what flavoured shower gel does she use?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) banana&lt;br /&gt;b) kiwi&lt;br /&gt;c) grape&lt;br /&gt;d) strawberry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dum&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dee&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dum&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dee&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dum&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dee&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dum&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873928917924610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SfsRmBuLOwI/AAAAAAAAADc/M_jx4N7eD9w/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;yep! pink and strawberry flavoured! never guessed it eh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh, on to the next one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what was her childhood obsession?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) tweety bird&lt;br /&gt;b) pooh(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;c) barney&lt;br /&gt;d)cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it would definitely be a tough fight between pooh and barney. i think when i was in kindergarten, mondays, wednesdays and fridays were pooh days and tuesdays, thursdays and saturdays were barney days. sunday was all day i guess, it gave them(pooh and barney) a chance to talk to each other about what an awesome owner i am!:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, without the tension and suspense, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330875596619694786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SfsTHGZQwsI/AAAAAAAAADk/wjxRL2VG3KA/s320/DSC00541_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; barney wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;so then moving on to a snippet of her life that would appeal greatly to chantel, amanda ape and shu:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330876070266040546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SfsTiq3WcOI/AAAAAAAAADs/4abW8Gcb49A/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's totally into hsm!!! although i personally don't encourage this weird and unhealthy obsession with hsm, isn't it fascinating?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now, letting you in on a teeny weeny secret: carolyn actually had a childhood! no, actually, she's still hav&lt;em&gt;ing &lt;/em&gt;it! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330876735501518034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SfsUJZD2RNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hM8N6qmOLd4/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;multi-coloured balloons, cars, and baby bolster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;what more could a kid ask for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are actually a lot more fascinating things in her house, like how she has scv in her own room, this pull up bar at her door, this small seat in her shower cubicle, an lcd projector, a cool sleek and shiny purple chair, and igallop (a shade of purple also i guess), swings and rope ladders and bikes and a sink in her garden and a few million rooms in her house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;phew, that was a whole lot of things to say in a breath!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her house is just awesome. all she needs is a swimming pool, and i can safely say its a holiday resort, even though it seems like one to me already, of course with the company of cute little paedo preys(in martha's terms) running around the house all day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that would be haven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay so before i conclude today's post, i would like to thank chantel and flower for drama today, in case chantel gets pissed off at no mention of her name here. when that happens, undesirable things will happen, and i cringe at the thought. so no, no thinking about it:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chantel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; don't do anything dangerous alright? here's your name a few more times, to satisfy your urge of self proclamation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHANTEL CHANTEL CHANTEL CHANTEL CHANTEL CHANTEL CHANTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers to a fairly happy day:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cross my fingers cross my heart, please let us go for duky! dear god&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1432578770444990285?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c4a4216c8e9ec8f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1432578770444990285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1432578770444990285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1432578770444990285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1432578770444990285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/05/martha-paedofailed.html' title='martha-the-paedo(failed)'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SfsWA-zchlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bmkP3ccP9aA/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-6530104250696571250</id><published>2009-04-30T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:47:25.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XUWEN!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently feeling happy, sad, disappointed, emo, pissed, annoyed, confused, hopeless, okay i realised besides happy, all the others are negative. well, maybe that's really how i'm feeling right now:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is xuwen's last day. i haven't really come to terms with it, and i probably think i never will. she's just been so special, nice, funny, witty and everything you could ask for in a coach. she probably wasn't only a coach, but rather a personal mentor to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, this post is partly in her honour, with her huge name at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487468242529922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SfmyHDhEboI/AAAAAAAAADE/WMnEqLONYXs/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;see, she's all happy and dandy and posing for the camera(read on, a video is just about to come your way!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, i think this is really one hard fact that is going to be difficult to get over. soryy for the whining, but how can we get by without the oh-so-mighty-great-and-powerful revered xuwen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: the necklace she's wearing was from me! ohoh, and for two consecutive training seesions, she said i was cute! okay, not the point, but can't you just feel the love? see how much she loves us?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-75a78d5c125508dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75a78d5c125508dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3143D0B5402C5E0A11AD561E9EC0C7487EECA081.562634CB92B51D1FD955877A37842E98FECA4D0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75a78d5c125508dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqaugAIJVSFl4t6pOkxv_HWvFfjc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75a78d5c125508dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3143D0B5402C5E0A11AD561E9EC0C7487EECA081.562634CB92B51D1FD955877A37842E98FECA4D0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75a78d5c125508dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqaugAIJVSFl4t6pOkxv_HWvFfjc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, so this is turning into a documentary about her life, but whatever we love her too too much! i'm really sorry for the gushing, but this feeling is really indescribable, its a mixture of joy and loss exactly at the same time! omg! i have bi-polar! whats worse is it happens at exactly the same time in my heart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;moving on to a sadder note, i didn't really know why i broke down after we had to leave writing workshop, i guess i was overwhelmed, by duky, xuwen, debate and everything else:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, the times with xuwen have really been very invigorating, thrilling, fun, nice and happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-576072e496566e79" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D576072e496566e79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE547F8225A940E8E467A6440BF6BFC82F3B31A.79B4A852F1DE2AB0F5039D7242A492B3F116FF8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D576072e496566e79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYIa2EUYsJCKPiHV75q8ZcddGkqM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D576072e496566e79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333418574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE547F8225A940E8E467A6440BF6BFC82F3B31A.79B4A852F1DE2AB0F5039D7242A492B3F116FF8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D576072e496566e79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYIa2EUYsJCKPiHV75q8ZcddGkqM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess a few people are going to hound me for exposing this on the net, but the main point is how cute xuwen is, how close she is to us and how we love her so. as cliched as this may sound, these memories will really never be erased(because it will always be in my archives! hah!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway, concluding the first portion of this post,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU XUWENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, on to the next and more boring part of my bi-polaric life (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;after so many ups and downs last week and this, i can't really keep track of time anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my only saving grace is drama, when we camwhore while counting down to duky.&lt;br /&gt;but now -cue sobs and wails- duky might be cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;like what the ****?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for duky to come ever since sec one! and now they tell us we can't go because of some darn pigs?!&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to believe this! my fragile heart couldn't possibly have taken so many shocks in a day. now, my heart is not only shrivelled up like a raisin(not a prune, i've to emphasize on the minute size of a raisin), its shrivelled, dried, and then ripped to pieces! to only a few pieces though because raisins are so small, they can't be ripped to more than 10 dollops(okay, i know dollops are used to describe martha's spit)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but thats not the point! the point is i'm so terribly upset i could stab a pig's heart!&lt;br /&gt;(wait, i actually did, but i was more interested in removing the fats though)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't care! i'm just feeling are miserable and dreary!&lt;br /&gt;hear my cries oh god! please get this swine flu outta uk!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if awong really tells us its canceled, i swear(oops), okay, no, i vow i will burst out into tears, rush to the mirror and force chantel to take a picture of us all crying.&lt;br /&gt;then the next day, on facebook, there will be this album titled "duky, not" and in it will be all the pictures we've taken since we knew about duky, with the countdown poses and all, and the last picture would be of all of us crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh no, that was a sadistic and depressing thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm going crazy, oh no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/edit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oops! i forgot to include about this intellegent comment i made while listening to xuwen's debrief on legalising prostitution. she was touching on tandency of abuse and organized crime when this sudden pang of inspiration hit me and i whispered to martha: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I think all prostitutes should just live in a world of spermicides."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA, I'm a good bio student heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me without you is like a nerd without braces,&lt;br /&gt;a shoe without laces,&lt;br /&gt;asentencewithoutspaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6530104250696571250?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=576072e496566e79&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=75a78d5c125508dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6530104250696571250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6530104250696571250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6530104250696571250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6530104250696571250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/04/xuwen.html' title='XUWEN!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SfmyHDhEboI/AAAAAAAAADE/WMnEqLONYXs/s72-c/DSC00533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-303897265343903321</id><published>2009-04-25T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:03:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mythbusters; archimedes, mirrors, boats, fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A tiger wouldn't jump through a hoop just to get a carrot!"&lt;br /&gt;-grins at own joke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha: she just grinned at her own joke. That just spoils the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found that very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;they don't seem to be doing their job of releasing endorphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I AM FEELING TERRIBLY HORRID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arghh, I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; these hormones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-303897265343903321?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/303897265343903321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=303897265343903321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/303897265343903321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/303897265343903321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/04/mythbusters-archimedes-mirrors-boats.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7660012563345375606</id><published>2009-04-11T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:49:59.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIMBO TAITAI CHANTEL BAY WANTS ME TO POST ABOUT HER AND HER AND HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY CHANTEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7660012563345375606?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7660012563345375606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7660012563345375606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7660012563345375606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7660012563345375606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/04/bimbo-taitai-chantel-bay-wants-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3260861786592422136</id><published>2009-04-11T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:49:08.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>let me first start with a headnote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lord for not mourning yesterday:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly sorry for feeling so so so so so happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thank you very very very much for dying on the cross and saving us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help me and guide me to be a better christian and evangelise more openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord, and i'm looking forward to sunday! (easter eggs! and you rising and reigning once more:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, yesterday was really really fun:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happenings can be koped from shu qing's/ megan's blog so i shall not repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the point of my post today is to show all of you dear audience, how martha looks like she is attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the photo; a picture speaks a thousand words:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/ScOb2IhfF8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/B5h8bZsIiIk/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QAlCmlFyGQQ/ScOb2IhfF8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/B5h8bZsIiIk/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323288406562208146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SeAemg4YeZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TwrnUN_GrDU/s320/marth" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean com'on! even megan says they look like they're pda-ing in the mrt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to whoever the male is, but the whole point is to illustrate martha's wonderful camwhoring skills (which we all lack) and how fated she is with males whose names start with an 's' and ends with a 'n'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be faithful martha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the second reason for this post is to talk about the awesome debate bonding session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the looks of the messages and msn names, i think its safe to say that it was quite a success, although there were time constraints and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditions to be a SNdebater:&lt;br /&gt;1) you have to eat alot&lt;br /&gt;2) you have to have bangs&lt;br /&gt;3) you have to love hw- ----- cos ali loves -ahem-&lt;br /&gt;(oops, world wide web)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNDEBATE FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on, daily perks of pick-up lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the pizza come in the shape of your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Because I want a slice of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekekekekekekekekekekex&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;lets embark on this journey, together as one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3260861786592422136?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3260861786592422136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3260861786592422136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3260861786592422136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3260861786592422136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahahahaha.html' title='WAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SeAemg4YeZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TwrnUN_GrDU/s72-c/marth' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-3029861671686614131</id><published>2009-04-05T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:29:20.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destinies of flowers in the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heehee!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plays make me realise that the littlest details were formed through the process of a whole great deal of thought. ie: the arrangement of fallen chairs in a very straight line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I initially thought that of a simple convenient act to get the chairs out of the way to make way for the speary cage thing. of course, I thought wrong, and those deep answers and interpretations made me think of how we used to write drama journals after every play, analysing and interpreting every little gestuer or act to make it seem as dee as possible. It was only then that I kind of realised how much drama journals make you think and reflect what you've watched. (I kind-of miss it! but Mr. Adrian had better not see this :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I still thought the play was quite hard to get because I didn't have any background knowledge on the chinese classic story thing. Still, it was drama in its simplest form and I quite like the way it was portrayed, with split scenes and all, even though flower's monologue was quite difficult to follow with the huge jumps at each point. The lights, soundscapes and stage effects were very nice though, they made use of chemistry at the caging of flower part ( brownian motion displayed through presence of light)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun! but note to self: always eat and pee before a play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peektures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321117913136756002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SdhojKx79SI/AAAAAAAAACc/ri-X2reUIxg/s320/drama-yay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;our mug shots! they cost a bomb! we spent like half an hour each on every individual shot! with make-up and all! but they look personal and casual, to bring out the essence of fun! yay!&lt;br /&gt;looks good eh? call 96377512 or 92384983 to make an appointment with the photographer and co. photographer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321119338381380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Sdhp2IOvC9I/AAAAAAAAACk/woKdjeH-x7M/s320/d_(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot of the cool punk club (which chantel and jeanette are NOT in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321119342434543394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Sdhp2XVFZyI/AAAAAAAAACs/3Ikj3dIkD58/s320/d_(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, nice rocks and layers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321119345186522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/Sdhp2hlNRCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wyXuA9ORyp0/s320/d_(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt; heehee!:D more pictures at shu's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3029861671686614131?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3029861671686614131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3029861671686614131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3029861671686614131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3029861671686614131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/04/destinies-of-flowers-in-mirror.html' title='destinies of flowers in the mirror'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SdhojKx79SI/AAAAAAAAACc/ri-X2reUIxg/s72-c/drama-yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-5673709429424220731</id><published>2009-03-22T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:02:31.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I look up, I see...</title><content type='html'>HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that is essentially what I see. no more blue sky and birds, just hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, this is not exactly oh-so-wonderful, but well I guess it is exciting!&lt;br /&gt;although we don't really look alike in bangs.&lt;br /&gt;(we were all supposed to cut straight bangs so when we walked out in a row, there would be these gasps and oohs and ahhs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, marth and I are going to get synchronised coloured hair bands!&lt;br /&gt;wait, actually all of us are going to get synchronised coloured tri-bands&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing though, I wonder how I'm gonna survive in school tomorrow :/&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be very tiring, trying to explain the same thing over and over to everyone who will ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will duck under my table once I enter class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I shall do that:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this micro post with Xuwen's touching, moving, awe-inspiring punch line:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have confidence in my beauty and my coolness! [And even if I look silly/ gross/ moronic in bangs,] it doesn't matter cos' people will find us cool for doing this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pictures at marth's and claire's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loodie woodie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-5673709429424220731?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5673709429424220731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5673709429424220731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5673709429424220731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5673709429424220731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-look-up-i-see.html' title='when I look up, I see...'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3061731189282559412</id><published>2009-03-14T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:30:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangs anyone?</title><content type='html'>woah woah woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you Lord for making this come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you Xuwen for bringing us this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you Claire for those many dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was, likewise, awe-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple terms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE DEBATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SN DEBATE TO BE PRECISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with bangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo, sharon-dnd (sndebate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3061731189282559412?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3061731189282559412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3061731189282559412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3061731189282559412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3061731189282559412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/03/bangs-anyone.html' title='bangs anyone?'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2328726700615542147</id><published>2009-02-22T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:43:28.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIE + COW = i don't really know how to describe this.</title><content type='html'>Are you feeling sad by any chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then read on, I guarantee you a 180 degree mood swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are already happy today, read on still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have you literally ROFLMAO (roll on floor laughing my ass off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo between ape, cow, marie and I. (i guess now you know why i like animals. my class is a zoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;you're a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;you are the stupidest person i've ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM JUST LIKE LAUGHING TO MYSELF READING YOUR BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;i love this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;cows are nice animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;SARA+MARIE IS EVEN FUNNIER THEN CHRISTINE+FLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;COUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;woah marie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;it's MARIE + COW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;an item it sara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;with*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;i bear too many burdens as it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BULLIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm happily living my life on the filed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;stomped by a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;how odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;couple spats are usual, you guys can make it through this rough patch i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;i never knew fields had coms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;mine has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;rough PATCH is so suggestive ape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;like grass patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;mine has a bed, toilet and tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU're making it suggestive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;bed toilet and tv!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooooooooo high tech we cant believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;have you guys edited and paraphrased?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;who asked you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;i am a high tech cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;i like to answer to your questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;well too bad. i hate to hear your answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;COUPLE TIFF AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;you're not hearing my answer. you're seeing my answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG STOP IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;MY STOMACH AND HEAD IS HURTING LIKE CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;you must've drank cow's sour milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;those are the side effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;or sharon must've seen you marie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;GASP! but i'm the antidote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;aww man my head's hurting too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;omt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;no you're the poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;marie get off my screen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;i have a further shot of that man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;thou sears mine eyeballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;more marie flab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;mmf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;mmf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;mmf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM LEAVING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;thats so ENGLISH manda: mmf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;oh sharon. learn thee ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;of insults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;and cowlish behavious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;cows are nice animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;so you've said for like the millionth time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU STOP TELLING LIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sshhaarroonn says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG WHEN ARE YOU GUYS GONNA STOP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;how about never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;no wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;when she believes cows are nice animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;until cow gets slaughtered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;she's like an old cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;no one wants her beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;its too tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm younger than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;in cow years you're like 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;who said so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;ME. are you like stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;or is it just your cow brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;btw i have a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;tell you tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;manda! says:&lt;br /&gt;you right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;NI SHI ZHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;i like pigs. they're my favourite animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;we're so thrilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;cause we're just dying to know what you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;in other words, I. DONT. CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;i like carnivores. they eat cows ad pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;this makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;they dont like old cows like you said. so they'll never eat me so you'll never be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;they'll just kill you then. all the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;unlike you, they like old cows like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;they just KILL you. can you not be dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe the night air is getting to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;the grass must be so wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara says:&lt;br /&gt;they dont kill things they like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M)chong says:&lt;br /&gt;can you shut up. they dont eat cow ALIVE. they just kill you cause you're ugly. like JAWS/deep Blue Sea: the sharks dont EAT the people. they just kill them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing, I can laugh myself to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;see why I love school?&lt;br /&gt;My class is a zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(omg, that just rhymed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sara's email: &lt;a href="mailto:piggy_sara@hotmail.com"&gt;piggy_sara@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry sara! didn't mean to divulge your email on the world wide web!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2328726700615542147?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2328726700615542147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2328726700615542147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2328726700615542147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2328726700615542147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/02/marie-cow-i-dont-really-know-how-to.html' title='MARIE + COW = i don&apos;t really know how to describe this.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-5009227940114050190</id><published>2009-02-20T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:13:31.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week has been a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; crazy, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've just caught up with my television, spending qt(quality time) with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has never felt this good reclining in the leather armchair, gazing at the, well, television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would have been better if the sofa was purple though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, on second thought, purple would be a weird colour for leather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, being very random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, lit was fun for the first time today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;partly because there was no teacher talking and we were left to our own devices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i am weird for enjoying a test this much but at least i could write and write and write and not have people commenting on my word choice and ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i don't like ss, even though i like ms tan shu wei(she's so in-the-know!). they trap you both ways in between. you can't disagree with the foreign-talent policy without having to say that the grads-giving-birth-to-more-babies policy is good. geesh. but since its not graded, i shall not give the politically right answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: discussing ss and lit with martha and megan is somewhat fun, yes, even the subtle snide &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nuances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pss: oh no! i forgot to use the words &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'nuance'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'tad'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today! okay wait let me try to add it in(haha martha get the joke?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psss: this is a failed attempt to blog :DDD&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/7218825304027844180-5009227940114050190?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5009227940114050190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5009227940114050190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5009227940114050190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5009227940114050190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/02/wahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-6192518678100901826</id><published>2009-02-14T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:20:34.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zomg, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was browsing through archives, when this came into view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from shu's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? [Sharon Lim]&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But if i tell her that, this is what she will say," No, Megan is like the prettiest girl on earth and I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY MISS THE SEC ONE DAYS! WHEN WE WERE ALL INNOCENT AND CUTE LITTLE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. not meaning that we're not cute now, just that growing older means leaving more things unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6192518678100901826?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6192518678100901826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6192518678100901826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6192518678100901826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6192518678100901826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomg-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-821133311445102903</id><published>2009-02-14T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:12:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO-THE-MAX!</title><content type='html'>DRAMA NIGHT WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the technical glitches, the sec fours gave their all, did their best, right there on the spot, with no music. Their pieces were really good. The focus, energy, emotion, even the conventions used were so unique and cool. That makes me wonder if we can ever reach their standard. But I'm sure we can(or at least I hope so!) with more hard work and practice. Megan was great too! The ending was like -BAM-. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what do I want to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I wanted to thank all the people who came down to support us!&lt;br /&gt;like ali, martha, sweeen, claire, christine, neubronner, stonefish(lynette), chai, gen, rachel wong, melissa, the drama class '07 and '08 and many many others hahaha. ohoh! and thanks for the flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever forget the drama class. All the fun, tensions, suspense, laughter and love that we all share. We are truly all in it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did I tell you that we have this drama cheer thing which goes like:&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE DRAMA! LIKE, TO-THE-MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the most important person that made this happen was mr. awong(adding mr because this is the world wide web). I believe all of us feel that gratitude in our hearts despite the often jokes and teasings and the making fun of. oh! and thank you to Dr. Madonna Stinson too! she's such a jolly and nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty difficult to express all these in words, but I guess you get the drift? It was just awesome. like, TO-THE-MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DRAMA AND I WILL WORK HARDER AT IT. WITH ALL YOU DRAMA PEEPS YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Drama happens, with a person, a platform, and passion"- Dr. Madonna Stinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-821133311445102903?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/821133311445102903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=821133311445102903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/821133311445102903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/821133311445102903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-max.html' title='TO-THE-MAX!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8157969084969616879</id><published>2009-02-12T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:32:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dramaaaaaa nighttttttt</title><content type='html'>yay drama night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8157969084969616879?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8157969084969616879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8157969084969616879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8157969084969616879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8157969084969616879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/02/dramaaaaaa-nighttttttt.html' title='dramaaaaaa nighttttttt'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; 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I don't know how many times a repeated that phrase, all the while trying to battle the fatigue seeping in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have never deserved to win this much. (If that did not just make sense, it means that this time we really deserved to win:DDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain my emotions right now due to the swimming of sleepy cells in my brain, but this euphoria is really indescribable. Meggy burst into tears(ok not burst, but teared) and I was very touched too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a dozen people to thank really, and if my brain would allow, I would gladly list all of them down if my brain would allow me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You all who shared in our Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord, Xuwen, Teachers, Claire, Jolly, Seniors, Juniors, Friends, and everyone else really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome; breathtaking; lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some pictures :DDD&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SYxeSYWy6cI/AAAAAAAAACM/ss_6Jsnr2Ok/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299714531376949698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SYxeSYWy6cI/AAAAAAAAACM/ss_6Jsnr2Ok/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I mean picture, because I need people to send me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, next post: DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-161455851989159854?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/161455851989159854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=161455851989159854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/161455851989159854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/161455851989159854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaha-ok-this-is-going-to-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SYxeSYWy6cI/AAAAAAAAACM/ss_6Jsnr2Ok/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-2195911738452341590</id><published>2009-02-01T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:06:31.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SYR2wIgkfsI/AAAAAAAAACE/5FXjg0Vt2g4/s1600-h/n768767714_1957513_5053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297489630984437442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SYR2wIgkfsI/AAAAAAAAACE/5FXjg0Vt2g4/s320/n768767714_1957513_5053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nostalgia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2195911738452341590?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2195911738452341590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2195911738452341590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2195911738452341590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2195911738452341590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SYR2wIgkfsI/AAAAAAAAACE/5FXjg0Vt2g4/s72-c/n768767714_1957513_5053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-7580620811628642849</id><published>2009-01-29T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:10:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zomg zomg zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there. AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick up line quoted from amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: Hi girl! Do you like water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: Yes, I think so. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: WOW! THEN YOU MUST LIKE 70 % OF MY BODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: notice I used 'boy' instead of like guy or man? I thought that someone who said this must be lame and immature, hence the usage of 'boy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: I really wonder what happens if the girl answers "NO". Wouldn't that ruin the whole joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psss: Why didn't the boy feel sad because the girl only liked 70% of his body and not 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssss: I know, I'm feeling a tad lame. Okay, not a tad, scrap that. I AM FEELING EXTREMELY LAME RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssss: I've broken my record of not posting in weeks, to now, posting thrice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the effect cap has on people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I love figurative speech :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7580620811628642849?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7580620811628642849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7580620811628642849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7580620811628642849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7580620811628642849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/zomg-zomg-zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2879109663434131717</id><published>2009-01-29T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:38:18.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zomg, something really lame just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing some politics with my dad, then he said he had to go to the loo to you know(what else can he do in the loo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I was like, I think you spend almost half of your life in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he started telling me this story about some plant and some bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: You know there's this kind of mee soto(obviously he forgot the name of the plant) plant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: errrrh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: You know the christmas tree kind of plant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: anyway, I saw this documentary about this plant. The plant will bear fruit right and there will be birds who will come and eat the fruit. They will suck the fruit out like a rambutan and the flesh is white (i don't see how this part is relevant, but anyway). After that the bird will shit! and the shit will be sticky! The bird will shit on the tree trunk, and then another mee soto plant will grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I stone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he walks out of the room, looking pleased with himself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: that.. that was... lame.&lt;br /&gt;(haha, i should have said WOW, okay, only martha and shirley will get the joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he turns back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i have no idea why i keep posting, i guess its stress relief from the recurring writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, really really really BACK TO CAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2879109663434131717?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2879109663434131717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2879109663434131717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2879109663434131717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2879109663434131717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/zomg-something-really-lame-just.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3796553864772958027</id><published>2009-01-29T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:50:06.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, this is something lame.&lt;br /&gt;so if you are allergic to lameness, please go away :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;this was done last year during training.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember who did it, but I think we all contributed in one way or another. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, here it really really goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this local sombre mood,&lt;br /&gt;old men and women working hard for their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sight of humiliation and dignity lost!&lt;br /&gt;Till 65 and beyond,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WORK LIKE A HORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS SO FUNNY RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to cap.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3796553864772958027?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3796553864772958027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3796553864772958027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3796553864772958027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3796553864772958027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-this-is-something-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7645643532728502263</id><published>2009-01-26T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:11:53.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if PAP has seen this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNhfIexncdc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNhfIexncdc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7645643532728502263?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7645643532728502263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7645643532728502263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7645643532728502263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7645643532728502263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3994720685086188647</id><published>2009-01-24T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:01:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak...'I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, 'What you got there, son?' 'Just some old birds,' came the reply.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'What are you gonna do with them?' I asked.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'Take 'em home and have fun with 'em,' he answered 'I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time' 'But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I got some cats,' said the little boy. 'They like birds. I'll take 'em to them.'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The pastor was silent for a moment. 'How much do you want for those birds, son?'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'How much?' the pastor asked again.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, '$10?'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. 'Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!'  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'What are you going to do with them?' Jesus asked.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Satan replied, 'Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!'  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'And what will you do when you get done with them?' Jesus asked. 'Oh, I'll kill 'em,' Satan glared proudly. 'How much do you want for them?' Jesus asked   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'How much?' He asked again.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, 'All your blood, tears and your life.'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, 'DONE!'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Then He paid the price.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3994720685086188647?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3994720685086188647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3994720685086188647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3994720685086188647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3994720685086188647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-once-was-man-named-george-thomas.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1230806032570672351</id><published>2009-01-24T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:51:22.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU LOTS</title><content type='html'>GAH!&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't be here right now but I promise I will get back to work really soon.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't really know what to update about since so many things happened and all of which are extremely touching issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want to thank xuwen, alison, sharon craw, amelia, martha, megan, yvette, swee en, barney, vk, esther, melody and maybe just everyone in debate.&lt;br /&gt;It has been really difficult, talking about our emotions and all.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds emo and all but all of us have those days and I just pray that we will get over this quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a GREAT BIG HUG to xuwen for sharing with us all and we are really sorry for causing so much trouble and maybe indirectly causing your break-down. (oops, I just said it on the world wide web.) but yes, it was really hard to handle all of this especially when we are so small a cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will definitely be more open towards Mr Philip and perhaps tell him our concerns directly.&lt;br /&gt;We will work harder together too and support the JG's team!&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Am I actually looking forward to bangs?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the price of breaking is worth it all.&lt;br /&gt;bangs it shall be!&lt;br /&gt;okay, so I REALLY LOVE DEBATE! AND DND! AND XUWEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did I forget that 6 essays still await me?&lt;br /&gt;commonwealth commonwealth commonwealth why fore art thou harrasses me?&lt;br /&gt;(gosh, was that even english?)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, besides commonwealth there's capcapcapcapcap!&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get in although its darn(this is not an expletive) hard to get in.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try anyway, and keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;flow into me, inspirationnnnnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I will be able to juggle debate, drama, council and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you lord for helping us all get over the emotional issues in debate and I pray that they will be resolved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also pray that you will give me the strength to handle all my responsibilities and commitments and bring glory to you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please shower upon the JG's team the wisdom, the strength and the willpower to glorify your name Lord, and as long as we have done our best, let them feel contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly, I pray that you will forgive me for all the sins I've committed and continue to guide me in my life, every step of the way and u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;se me to do things to serve you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for everything you have given me, family and friends, and may you continue to protect them and keep them safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all this I pray in Jesus' most holy name, amen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1230806032570672351?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1230806032570672351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1230806032570672351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1230806032570672351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1230806032570672351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-lots.html' title='I LOVE YOU LOTS'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-4867434506955184662</id><published>2009-01-11T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:40:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sec one orientation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha, it went much better than expected even though there were quite a few hiccups here and there. so anyway, this is an update because it is worth updating about.&lt;br /&gt;haha, so denise (sec four), boon yen, qing and I were psl-ing sec one LOYALTY! (the best sec one class ever haha) they are the mep class okay! pro man.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so I was quite worried initially that they would be very gentle and soft-spoken due to the pre-concieved idea that they express themselves through music. haha, but some of them are really noisy! okay, this brings back sweet, nice memories and they are seriously, awesomely cute! geesh! they are really really really really really really CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyways thursday was mostly family dance and cheers. we didn't really get to interact with them so yes. the camp started on friday and it was mainly games. it was pretty tiring and we had to run from end to end of the school because the stations were so far apart! but we still had fun nonetheless. I tried remembering names too! but realised that i hopelessly suck at it ): don't tell the sec ones okay? haha, we didn't manage to finish all the stations in the end but we still did well and I felt them gel together as a class (wait, how can I feel them gel?) anyway, yes. we didn't really encounter any difficult cases which was a very good thing :D&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the camp was the campfire! and I myself was very excited about the dropping-cum-flying fire that would light the campfire. it was so cool okay! so we actually planned to perform a few cheers and songs with actions but due to time-constraint, we could only do one cheer. and of course it had to be loyalty's trademark lllmo (elmo, haha) cheer!&lt;br /&gt;okay, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE'RE NUMBER ONE! (MIGHTY ONE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE'RE HAVING FUN! (IN THE SUN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE CAN DO MUSIC! (not us, but them) AND STUDIES TOO! (not us, again, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S LOYALTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN CHEER SCREAM SHOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, it was very fun! i think they did their best during the camp fire! and we won the best class cheer award!&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what exactly happened but it still feels very high and good.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to say this, but the feeling is really really special.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you have adopted so many children and all of them means something to you (even though I can't remember all their names. there are 35 okay!)&lt;br /&gt;yes, this feeling is indescribable but I'm really missing them right now.&lt;br /&gt;and when they had to go home, I really felt kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;like we can't see them and spend the whole time again.&lt;br /&gt;we can't scream : 1L! close up the gaps! 1L! greet debate(hahaha, just felt like mentioning debate:DDD)&lt;br /&gt;it will be difficult adjusting to life without them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;it's just difficult! and I miss them luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh did I tell you about how I autographed in every of their camp booklet and wrote: JOIN DEBATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did. and guess what? the most number of sec ones from loyalty signed to join debate!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention that I slept for only one hour?? I was about to not sleep altogether! but my brain cells were committing suicide! I gave in to temptation. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i tell you that this girl told me that she enjoyed the bathing part of the camp?! LOL! so cute right?&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i tell you that - oh wait, alison said that if i tell others, that wouldn't be ---- anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, then i shouldn't say it.&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i tell you how much i miss SEC ONE LOYALTY NOW RIGHT AT THIS INSTANT!&lt;br /&gt;AWW MAN!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I'll try to visit as often as I can! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience and I've never regretted being a psl (even though I didn't volunteer)&lt;br /&gt;It was a very fulfilling experience even with the countless hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;and it allowed me to know qing better! and how lame she is compared to her solemn serious self (alliteration lol!) haha. Carolyn Chan Ching Ching. but i still prefer to call her qing:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thank you esther for ... everything! It's so hard! but I'll succeed. I will keep praying for both of us. Thank you very very much! You have no idea what this means to me. We totally have telepathy okay! haha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: I really miss camp now and our cheer and 1 LOYALTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: I really hope the whole of loyalty will go audition for debate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I really have to go now! and I still miss 1 Loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still happy for having experienced it and having these wonderful, truly amazing memories. at least it made me feel sec one all over again :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU 1 LOYALTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-4867434506955184662?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/4867434506955184662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=4867434506955184662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4867434506955184662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4867434506955184662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/sec-one-orientation.html' title='sec one orientation!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-5733874620882239173</id><published>2009-01-03T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:40:41.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy hippie new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know this is kinda late but its here nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so, this was the first time in my life spending countdown in church.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I've never realised this before but yes.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't exactly high and noisy like what I imagined the suliso(sp) beach party nor the marina bay fireworks thigy, but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, new year resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;most of them are kept secret but the most important of all is to honour God in my life; to lead my life in His image; to try and outdo myself and not compete with others; to treat results and achievements secondary but more importantly do my best for Him, his glory and not my own. That would be hard. really really hard. In this highly competitive society, I admit that many a times I'm doing things for myself, competing for myself and always putting results and achievements first. I realised all of that has made me feel sad most of the times because I cannot achieve what I have in mind. And that has been tiring.&lt;br /&gt;so, this year, I'm gonna pray hard everyday for God to help me lead my life in His image; to treat results and achievements secondary and to do my best for Him and Him alone so that He will rejoice over the fact that I'm not competing for myself but for HIM.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I'm gonna try very hard :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to a lighter note, first day of school was okay but I did not manage to interact with my class at all due to duties. I guess they are nice people based on the few brief moments when I was in class. But then again I'm kindof afraid because I don't know many people there(disadvantages of being in drama class).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try to know them better muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;hmm, and now on to updates on psl-ing, yes indeed we have to work much harder and get things organised. Let me think about that, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have I told you about my form teacher? She's utterly cool! she wrote us this page long letter and asked us to write back to her! I think we'll be having a great year ahead! even though I don't really like chem and she teaches chem. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least she's cool and likes to talk! and hardly any teacher would write you a page long letter and ask you to write back. its genuine concern, and its appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! and erina and christine came back yesterday!!! I really miss them, life without them in SN would be?&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, because erina told me in the holidays that she would be wearing a dress on the first day of school to come see us, I was expecting her to be in a dress but she turned up in this ahem-revealing-ahem shirt thingy(like always; memories of when she came to my house &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me: hey erina, why aren't you in a dress? I thought you said you would come in one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;erina-the-gross: oh! -grins- I'm bleeding! -grins- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(just then someone or i think christine said "bleeding love") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(I was like o.O? haha? was it meant to be funny?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(this is an explanation to my retarded and slow reaction: I woke up at 1pm on 1st jan and therefore I could not sleep that night. at all. so I woke up, grumpy and late and therefore my brain was hibernating, yes, just had to tell you that, hah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;anyways, moving on... me: -stones a while- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(and I've no idea why but I kinda got what it meant...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and then I was like: ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and erina: -bursts out laughing- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was so grossed out I walked away to buy food haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and then there was part two. note, we were all sitting down and joanna, megan, jeanette(i think) and I were eating. and I do not know how or why, but someone brought up that topic again(definitely not me!) and I was really grossed out when they kept saying the 'b'word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so I was like: hello? we are eating!!! then, megan oh megan, stoned. then, stoned somemore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and then, she still stoned. and said: huh? what bleeding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-everyone erupts into maniacal laughter with the exception of me, I was just grinning you see- and then yadayadayada. what would you expect megan's reaction to be? and then she finally got it. yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so anyway, christine got me this christmas spongebob!!! thank you so very much! it's very cute! and she said: you remind of yellow! and so when i saw it, it was yellow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so yellow = you! so this = you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haha, anyways, one more to add to my collection of stuffed toys! yay! so, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;we pretty much had fun and I will really miss them, dear them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hmm, a pretty long post, to maybe make up for the many not-going-to-post days or even weeks. so there, wishing you a happy new year ahead and truly do it for Him, for you will get your rewards in heaven :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ps: colour it purple again? or maybe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nope, it has to be purple. its such a significant milestone! purple it is&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-5733874620882239173?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5733874620882239173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5733874620882239173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5733874620882239173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5733874620882239173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-hippie-new-year.html' title='happy hippie new year!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2206262082167490397</id><published>2008-12-27T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:19:26.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giraffes and stuff!</title><content type='html'>haha, the main aim of this post is to describe the shared affinity i have with stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;but on a side track, sermon today was kinda entertaining. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was something about an eaglet amongst chickens and how the eaglet would think its a chick and pick up all the chicky habbits ie: pecking spittle(lol) without realising that it actually doesn't belong there. its only when the eagle(eaglet's mum/dad) hovers around and actually calls out to the little eaglet will it only actually look up and realise it belongs to the boundless blue skies and not the chicken coop. &lt;br /&gt;the significance of the characters: the eaglet represents you; the eagle represents God; the chickens/chicks represent other random people that you might not exactly wish to be around. &lt;br /&gt;so this is kinda of an analogy(!) and i think that it is rather thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is when you are around people that you are not supposed to be in, you will somehow not fit in because ultimately, you are different. however, you may not realise that you're not in the right company until God(the eagle) actually calls out to you, gently chiding and guiding you onto the right path. &lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, no most of the times, its difficult to get back on track especially when you feel lost and alone. &lt;br /&gt;ok so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to my affinity with stuffed animals:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great affinity with stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;(especially animals)&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that people tend to give me stuff toys (especially animals, again).&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;I realised today that all the stuff toys I possess are actually gifts.&lt;br /&gt;and none of them are bought by me!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Let me list them all out:D&lt;br /&gt;1) the cute giraffe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoVnizwYI/AAAAAAAAABM/PJ6mwdI8wOI/s1600-h/stuff+animal+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoVnizwYI/AAAAAAAAABM/PJ6mwdI8wOI/s320/stuff+animal+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283751877181424002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am saying its cute because its a giraffe! a long awaited one at that! &lt;br /&gt;thank you megan!:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) handphone dog thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoWEIJrTI/AAAAAAAAABU/olQA0waE_jI/s1600-h/stuff+animal+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoWEIJrTI/AAAAAAAAABU/olQA0waE_jI/s320/stuff+animal+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283751884854242610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, this was given by my cousin i think.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, not much memories of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) brown dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoW6THliI/AAAAAAAAABc/y_pO6FNh4Nw/s1600-h/stuff+animal+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoW6THliI/AAAAAAAAABc/y_pO6FNh4Nw/s320/stuff+animal+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283751899395757602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, courtesy of erina:D it was my birthday present. and i totally derive joy from squashing its squashy body:DD its very fun:DD&lt;br /&gt;thank you erina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) bird that can chirp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoXL4-wjI/AAAAAAAAABk/QRkViKZqLTU/s1600-h/stuff+animal+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoXL4-wjI/AAAAAAAAABk/QRkViKZqLTU/s320/stuff+animal+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283751904117965362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really exhilarates me too because it is exhilarating:D its by far the only stuff toy i own that chirps, or talks for that matter:DD &lt;br /&gt;it was from my dad's hongkong friend from the bird park:D&lt;br /&gt;ps: i did not know him and i have no idea how he knew that i liked stuff toys and animals for that matter:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) chimpanzee/ monkey/ a cross breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoXv3TrcI/AAAAAAAAABs/RSCvohrrdWk/s1600-h/stuff+animal+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoXv3TrcI/AAAAAAAAABs/RSCvohrrdWk/s320/stuff+animal+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283751913774624194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is interesting:D&lt;br /&gt;it was a gift from my chinese tuition teacher and she said she thought it reminded me of her:D &lt;br /&gt;not much of a compliment but i love it:D&lt;br /&gt;because of its long arms and legs that allow me to do gym with it:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) green monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOr00YZEWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE5NZa3u2Ko/s1600-h/stuff+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOr00YZEWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE5NZa3u2Ko/s320/stuff+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283755711738220898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is cool because I really worked hard for this green alien-looking monkey.&lt;br /&gt;I won it during fiesta! I still remember the game, it was something like throwing darts to pop balloons and inside the balloons would be prizes. I have no idea how many balloons i popped before getting the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;the hands are cool cos it has velcro on it and i can like tie it around my neck!&lt;br /&gt;its really cool and cute, besides the fact that its a strange bright green 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOr1JNzdHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VrSTtdZhzcs/s1600-h/stuff+animal+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SVOr1JNzdHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VrSTtdZhzcs/s320/stuff+animal+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283755717330957426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this one. i think i got it from my mum's friend for a birthday or something:D &lt;br /&gt;I was a mere 10 year old and i even wished i could learn to knit and actually knit clothes for a bear. haha, its kind of funny now that i think about it. but i have yet to give up on that dream and someday, just someday i might really learn how to knit! cool:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have just completed my list of stuffed animals. convinced now eh?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't really love them but its kinda nice to awake beside a giraffe/ bear/ bird that chirps:DD&lt;br /&gt;so thank you all of you! for making my bed a nicer place:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this concludes my post for today:DD &lt;br /&gt;see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;ps: yay! I am in c1a!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2206262082167490397?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2206262082167490397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2206262082167490397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2206262082167490397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2206262082167490397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/12/giraffes-and-stuff.html' title='giraffes and stuff!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SVOoVnizwYI/AAAAAAAAABM/PJ6mwdI8wOI/s72-c/stuff+animal+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-5931195399645379178</id><published>2008-12-21T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:13:13.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jingle bells!</title><content type='html'>haha, I am now imagining the kfc jingle bells hand sign song thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, christmas is almost here!&lt;br /&gt;but i have yet to get christmas presents!:(&lt;br /&gt;I must hurry go get them before its too late!&lt;br /&gt;whats christmas without the presents right?&lt;br /&gt;but we still have to remember Jesus, the sole reason why we are actually celebrating christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, did you know Jesus was actually born around march, and not actually december?&lt;br /&gt;i remember one day years back during sunday school, the teacher said something like that(as far as I can remember owing to my brain and memory).&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite proud at discovering this amazing fact and after sunday school I was so excited and went to tell my mum.&lt;br /&gt;But what my mother said kind of struck me and made me realise how I didn't have to be so happy after knowing that Jesus wasn't actually born on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;she said the exact date when Jesus was born wasn't exactly important.&lt;br /&gt;what was important was the fact that christmas was a time of the year when Jesus existence was celebrated, and how it reminded us of all his sacrifices and selfless-ness.&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda hard to describe, but its more of the significance than the exact facts and figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, I think I just thought of why presents are so important(even though I should not think this way&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;My analysis is presents is sort of a channel which we can spread the gospel/ message/ love in a neutral way.&lt;br /&gt;I say its neutral because at times when you want to share the gospel, non-believers may get put off at the "holiness" or such at your speech or lecture.&lt;br /&gt;So, I concluded that when you give someone a present during christmas, and even if that person is a non-believer, she will still accept it right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean who won't?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! That's why presents are very important because it helps spread the gospel! and it may help influence non-believers to want to know more about God and his works.&lt;br /&gt;So, getting christmas presents are extremly important!&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I realise I am repeating the same thing in several different ways...&lt;br /&gt;just like what xuwen said...&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;okay, I just forgot what I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;hold on a moment please.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aha! thought of it!&lt;br /&gt;so, it is kind of sad that I haven't exactly started buying christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;which is a very sad thing considering the time left and the number of presents I'll have to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, at least I've designed a few scrapblogs already!&lt;br /&gt;but I just realised I can't print them out...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;this is nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, training tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;and then maybe christmas shopping at vivo with megan and then caroling.&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;and I will actually find suitable christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a great day!(tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I realised my posts these days are rather disorganised D:&lt;br /&gt;its making myself confused D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a great day!(tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: yes i know i'm weird XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah! want a look at my cool scrapblogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/ haha! decided to keep it a surprise! and still creating more!&lt;br /&gt;yay:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to me!&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-5931195399645379178?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5931195399645379178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5931195399645379178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5931195399645379178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5931195399645379178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/12/jingle-bells.html' title='jingle bells!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1815169414360192208</id><published>2008-12-18T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:57:53.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the awesome! the gorgeous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GAH! DEBATE POSTERS ARE AWESOMELY GORGEOUS! CAN'T BEAR TO PASTE THEM AROUND SCHOOL! I FEEL LIKE HUGGING THEM TO SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SUo6fsLEsFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V63mstAHvdQ/s1600-h/canon+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281097829153288274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SUo6fsLEsFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V63mstAHvdQ/s320/canon+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black, white -classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SUo67VrsRpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tr0G5vTo6nc/s1600-h/canon+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281098304152422034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/SUo67VrsRpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tr0G5vTo6nc/s320/canon+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;invigorating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1815169414360192208?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1815169414360192208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1815169414360192208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1815169414360192208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1815169414360192208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome-gorgeous.html' title='the awesome! the gorgeous!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/SUo6fsLEsFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V63mstAHvdQ/s72-c/canon+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-8581295820911715446</id><published>2008-12-17T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:54:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;geesh, i realised i can't sleep these few nights..&lt;br /&gt;i am really bored, yet tired.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things to be done, yet it seems like none.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope school would reopen soon!&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope i will be able to sit beside **** ****!&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is not an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;its just that she's really really nice and really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;i know if i ramble on and on, i could fill 2 pages just describing her.&lt;br /&gt;so oh well, i shall not, lest people say i like her in all the wrong ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;really really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i am currently wearing my new pink nightie which dad just got from hk.&lt;br /&gt;its ghastly pink..&lt;br /&gt;and weirdly lacey..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really plan on wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, since it was air-flown from hk, and the only present i got besides a cool red (again, girly colours that i don't really fancy) torch.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least it smells nice. really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay:D&lt;br /&gt;i just wasted like 10 minutes of your life!&lt;br /&gt;and mine as well, but since i have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, actually i do have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;like cutting newspapers...&lt;br /&gt;and editing more un speeches.&lt;br /&gt;-cringes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight!&lt;br /&gt;don't let the bed bugs bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: maybe if i remember, i will post about 6 gracious gathering!&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;yay:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8581295820911715446?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8581295820911715446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8581295820911715446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8581295820911715446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8581295820911715446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-being-random.html' title='random-ness'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7571258505952213147</id><published>2008-12-08T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:56:03.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha, i've never really tried posting pictures, but since its in demand, i shall try in the mighty name of claire! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, these are the pictures we took at sweeen's house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_2toIyMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OxVRyAK-tGY/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374178797340866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_2toIyMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OxVRyAK-tGY/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_2CW-SeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NxYnlIHmAKU/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374167182625250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_2CW-SeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NxYnlIHmAKU/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_12sI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EZriXrs_cLY/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374164050176402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_12sI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EZriXrs_cLY/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_1ghmHTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIrI97Xj21o/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277374158100372786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvaed0b848/STz_1ghmHTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIrI97Xj21o/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hey! it turned out to be pretty easy!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will post the video of xuwen's unglamness too!&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh, martha said better not lest it ruins our (lol)reputation(lol):/&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i will show you'll in private then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7571258505952213147?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7571258505952213147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7571258505952213147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7571258505952213147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7571258505952213147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/12/gee.html' title='gee!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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/_zWvaed0b848/STz_2toIyMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OxVRyAK-tGY/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218825304027844180.post-4041966384580224645</id><published>2008-12-04T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:31:59.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrapblog!</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T WAIT TO GET DEBATE HOMEWORK DONE! :D&lt;br /&gt;THEN I CAN CONCENTRATE ON SCRAPBLOGGING! :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY! YAY! YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SCRAPBLOG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, BACK TO TERRORIST ORGANISATIONS AND UN INTERVENTIONS D:&lt;br /&gt;BUT NEVERMIND, I SHALL BECOME SMARTER! :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY! YAY! YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, BYE NOW. :D&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU ON SCRAPBLOG!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I CAN'T CHANGE MY FONT COLOUR. D:&lt;br /&gt;HMM, SOMETHING'S REALLY REALLY WRONG. D:&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND! I SHALL ASK MEGAN TOMORROW! :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-4041966384580224645?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/4041966384580224645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=4041966384580224645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4041966384580224645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4041966384580224645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrapblog.html' title='scrapblog!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-5897461577046723160</id><published>2008-12-01T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:41:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="312" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1084885&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1084885&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" width="420" height="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! MY WONDERFUL SCRAPBLOGGING SKILLS!!&lt;br /&gt;FOR MARTHA'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;COOL!&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL START ON A DEBATE ONE! &lt;br /&gt;AND DURING THE NEXT COMPETITION, I WILL GIVE EVERYONE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-5897461577046723160?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/5897461577046723160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=5897461577046723160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5897461577046723160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/5897461577046723160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/12/martha.html' title='MARTHA!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2124855487194420687</id><published>2008-11-30T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:26:03.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VJ'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MUAHAHA. THIS IS AN UPDATE FOR VJ'S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YESTERDAY, WE FINALLY SUCCEEDED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WE FINALLY SUCCEEDED IN BEATING HWACH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BUT I GUESS IT WAS A FLUKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AND WE DO HAVE TO WORK MUCH HARDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MUCH HARDER THAN WE ARE NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ANYWAYS, WE WERE 0.4 AWAY FROM BREAKING INTO SEMIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;STILL, WE ARE HAPPY BECAUSE WE REALLY OUTDID OURSELVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I AM SO HAPPY FOR SNDEBATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WE HAVE SUCH A NICE BEGINNING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AND WE WILL WORK HARD FOR IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MISSION SSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DND &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i still remembered to thank God for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i prayed really really hard, on how much we needed this affirmation, this motivation, this experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the feeling of being able to shake their hands, looking straight into their eyes, and not always looking down and staring at their beigy pants with a weak sigh. ( i will remember what mr. xxx did! argh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as good as that may feel, we will still have to work much harder to be able to defeat XXX institution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ANYWAYS, after that, we went to sweeen's house! Xuwen totally broke down. not in the -cry sob die- way but in the high way. the very very high way. she started dancing to hot and cold in her weird actions and she really looked like a mental patient. it was SO SO SO SO SO FUNNY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I even took a video of all that. five whole minutes of her bonkerness. i wonder what jianrui's reaction would be if he saw the OTHER side of Xuwen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we took videos and pictures but sadly, i have no idea how to upload them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh wells, you will see it next year during LD sec 4 grad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MUAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yesterday day was a happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;today is a happier day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tomorrow will be the happiest day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;since this is a happy post, the words shall be in happy purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dnd &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2124855487194420687?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2124855487194420687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2124855487194420687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2124855487194420687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2124855487194420687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/11/vjs.html' title='VJ&apos;S'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1750983330557429469</id><published>2008-11-24T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:51:25.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MARTHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MARTHAMAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(p.s. i know you love green[:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you must love me so much, posting about you 4 days before VJs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways, you will definitely get your present! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i will start learning to how to scrapblog just for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feel honoured??:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways, i feel like i want to get bangs immediately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh no! this is so abnormal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways, i will work hard and not let you down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel happy happy happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the way! SN debate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1750983330557429469?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1750983330557429469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1750983330557429469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1750983330557429469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1750983330557429469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-martha.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MARTHA!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7594048390167599470</id><published>2008-11-18T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:55:15.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WILL WORK HARD.&lt;br /&gt;OR AT LEAST I WILL TRY TO WORK HARD.&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG, WISH ME LUCK(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7594048390167599470?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7594048390167599470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7594048390167599470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7594048390167599470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7594048390167599470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-work-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-7526522258010684992</id><published>2008-11-14T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:01:52.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INNEST IN THING NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVEN WHEN THE GODS ARE CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVEN WHEN THE STARS ARE BLIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF YOU SHOW ME REAL LOVE BABY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'LL SHOW YOU MINEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN MAKE YOU NICE AND NAUGHTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE A DEVIL AND ANGEL~ TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOTTA HEART, A SOUL AND BODY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LET'S SEE WHAT THIS LOVE CAN DO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BABY I'M PERFECT FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MUAHAHA! JUST FELT LIKE SPREADING THE LOVE! I MEAN THE SONG WHICH IS SO COOL SO IN AND SO FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN REALLY SING IT AND YOU SHOULD PROBABLY ASK TRICIA TO SING WITH THE ACTIONS COS SHE WON'T LET ME DO THE ACTIONS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL FOR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;AND REMEMBER! KEEP SINGING AND GETTING HIGH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-7526522258010684992?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/7526522258010684992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=7526522258010684992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7526522258010684992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/7526522258010684992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/11/innest-in-thing-now.html' title='THE INNEST IN THING NOW!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2676079499449750315</id><published>2008-11-12T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:44:15.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWING ME</title><content type='html'>I feel so depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could walk to the park now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sit on the swing in the park now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel the cold wind in my face and forget this even if it were just a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so depressed, I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. its almost 12, and once again, a sleepless night :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2676079499449750315?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2676079499449750315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2676079499449750315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2676079499449750315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2676079499449750315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/11/swing-me.html' title='SWING ME'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-6830343130786454055</id><published>2008-11-06T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:55:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN AGES!&lt;br /&gt;PARTLY BECAUSE NOTHING INTERESTING REALLY HAPPENED, OR MAYBE IT DID HAPPEN, JUST THAT I DON'T REMEMBER POSTING ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;OH, ANYWAYS, I JUST FELT LIKE POSTING THIS RANDOM POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! I KNOW WHAT TO POST ABOUT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS THE ENVIRONMENTAL COMPETITION IN WHICH THEY HAD TO MAKE COSTUMES OUT OF RECYCLED MATERIALS AND HAVE A FASHION SHOW DISPLAYING ALL THE COSTUMES.&lt;br /&gt;BUT BEFORE THAT, LET ME TALK ABOUT THAT MS TEEN THING.&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST CONTESTANT WAS SO SUPER CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;I THINK HER NAME IS DESIREE AND SHE WAS SO CUTEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;DURING HER WALK, SHE MADE A MISTAKE, YET SHE STILL BEAMED SO WIDELY LIKE A LITTLE CUTE CHILD!&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN SHE MADE YET ANOTHER MISTAKE, SHE STILL DIDN'T SEEM AFFECTED BUT CONTINUE THE SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS REALLY CUTE WITH HER BUBBLY PERSONALITY.&lt;br /&gt;I SO THINK SHE SHOULD WIN!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, ANYWAYS, MOVING ON TO THE FASHIONSHOW.&lt;br /&gt;JOLYNE, CHANTEL, FRANCINE AND YVETTE(THIS SEC ONE GIRL)&lt;br /&gt;WERE PARTICIPATING!&lt;br /&gt;THEIR COSTUMES, WALK, SMILE, MAKEUP, HAIRDO WERE ALL SO PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS BRILLIANT AND A LOT OF EFFORT WAS PUT IN.&lt;br /&gt;THOSE EFFORTS PAID OFF, AND SN GOT INTO THE FINALS!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, THE FINALS ARE TODAY, BUT WE CAN'T GO.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAYS, DO YOUR BEST!&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WILL SUPPORT YOU MENTALLY!&lt;br /&gt;GO SN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6830343130786454055?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6830343130786454055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6830343130786454055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6830343130786454055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6830343130786454055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-no.html' title='OH NO!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-4210416861977105217</id><published>2008-08-22T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:19:40.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTHER ESTHER</title><content type='html'>YAY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK HAS GONE OFF TO A GREAT START WITH MY NEW TEMP DESK PARTNER ESTHER NEO WEI SHAN.&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SO FUNNY, I CAN TOTALLY WRITE ABOUT HER LIFE STORY AND ALL KINDS OF WEIRD THINGS SHE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT EXAMPLES? FINE I SHALL GIVE YOU EXAMPLES!&lt;br /&gt;1. SHE CLEANS HER PEN LIKE AFTER WRITING A SENTENCE. AND CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MANY SENTENCES SHE WRITE A DAY? SO, SHE CLEANS HER PEN ON THIS FREAKING PIECES OF TISSUE LIKE ALMOST A HUNDRED TIMES A DAY. WHEN I LOOK AT THE POOR LITTLE THING(THE TISSUE), IT SEEMS TO BE CALLING OUT: "HELP ME HELP ME! GET ME AWAY FROM THIS OBSESSSED-OVER-CLEANLINESS-FREAK!" AWW, ISN'T THAT JUST SAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SHE NOT ONLY CLEANS HER PENS, SHE FILES EVERY SINGLE WORKSHEET IN FILES AND PASTE RING STICKERS ON THEM. I MEAN COME ON THIS IS THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY AND SHE STILL PASTE STICKERS ON EVERY SINGLE WORKSHEET! ZOMG. AND WHEN SHE REALISED SHE DIDN'T PASTE IT ON ONE, SHE FREAKED OUT AS IF HER TAIL GOT BITTEN OFF OR SOMETHING!(NOT LIKE SHE HAS A TAIL, BUT OH WELLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SHE IS SO WEIRD, SHE IS HOMESICK PRACTICALLY EVERY SINGLE DAY OF HER LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SO SO SO NICE!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS FUNNY, NICE, KIND, NOBLE, SELF-SACRIFICIAL AND PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING A PERFECT GIRL WOULD BE. WELL PRACTICALLY, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT SHE IS WEIRD AND FREAKY, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, THIS POST IS FOR HER! AND I WISH TO EXPRESS MY HEARTFELT GRATITUDE TO HER FOR SHARING WITH ME ABOUT HER FEELINGS AND FOR HER TRUST IN ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE, THANKYEW:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTHER NEO WEI SHAN&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-4210416861977105217?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/4210416861977105217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=4210416861977105217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4210416861977105217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4210416861977105217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/08/esther-esther.html' title='ESTHER ESTHER'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-2205586808419203894</id><published>2008-07-09T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:14:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILDWILDWET</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS IS THE BEST POST I'VE EVER HAD FOR DAYS! DUE TO SOME UNHAPPINESS WITHIN ME THE PAST FEW DAYS, I HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO GET UNAFFECTED. HOWEVER, AFTER CONSTANT PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS, I HAVE FINALLY TRIED TO LET IT GO. HARD IT MAY BE, BUT SINCE SHE DOESN'T CARE, I SEE NO POINT IN GETTING AFFECTED EITHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO, YAY! I WENT TO WILD WILD WET WITH GLADYS ON MONDAY(YOUTH DAY)! ALTHOUGH IT WAS JUST THE TWO OF US, I FELT REALLY GOOD TO BE ABLE TO LET MY HAIR DOWN AFTER SUCH AN EMOTIONAL TRYING PERIOD. SO, THERE. I MET GLADYS AT 9.30 AFTER A HARD TIME OF FINDING MY GOGGLESAND HOPPED ON TO A BUS ( I FORGOT WHAT BUS, BUT YEAH, A BUS.). WE TALKED ABOUT LIFE, SCHOOL, COLLEGE AND OTHER STUFF AND IT DAWNED ON ME THAT MEAN PEOPLE ARE EVERYWHERE. IN SN, IN NANYANG LIKEWISE, WE JUST HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO DEAL WITH IT. WELL, I GUESS BOTH OF US ARE SOMEHOW IN THE SAME PREDICAMENT BUT I GUESS I AM WORSE OFF THAN HER BECAUSE AT LEAST THE PEOPLE SHE HAS CONFLICTS WITH ARE ONLY IN HER CLASS, BUT FOR ME, SHE IS EVERYWHERE IN MY LIFE. BUT OH WELLS, I GUESS IT HURTS THE SAME. I JUST NEED TO CONSTANTLY CRY OUT TO THE LORD FOR HIS LOVE AND MERCY AND HIS HOLY SPIRIT TO BE WITH ME THROUGHOUT THE DAY SO THAT I WILL NOT HURT OTHERS THE WAY THEY HURT ME. I WILL ALSO PRAY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE HURT ME AND GLADYS SO THAT GOD WILL BE WITH THEM TO AND MAYBE DAWN ON THEM THAT THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO GO. SO GLADYS, I WILL KEEP YOU IN MY PRAYERS DESPITE YOUR RELIGION AND I HOPE THAT YOU WILL FIND PEACE AND SOLACE IN OTHER FRIENDS LIKE YOUR BATCH MATES OR SENIORS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ON TO THE HAPPIER THINGS THAT HAPPENED AT WILD WILD WET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WE FIRST WENT TO THE RIVER, WHICH TASTED DISGUSTING AND RELAXED FOR A WHILE. MANY WEIRD THINGS HAPPENED THERE. LIKE HOW GLADYS PUSHED ME RIGHT ON TOP OF THE WAVE PRODUCER AND CAUSED ME TO WOBBLE LIKE AN MAELO-SLUG(WHATEVER THAT IS, I HAVE SEEMED TO FIND AN INTEREST IN COINING MY OWN WORDS. HAH). AND I ALSO REALISED MY INABILITY TO JUMP UP INTO THE FLOAT AND STICK MY LEGS OUT LIKE HOW THE OTHERS DO IT IN A RELAXED POSE. I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO DO IT. WELL, GLADYS WAS CHORTLING OVER MY DISABILITY WHICH WAS NOT VERY NICE. HAHA. AND I BELIEVE SOMEDAY, I WILL BE ABLE TO DO IT TOO. SOMEDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WE THEN PROCEEDED TO THE ULAR-LAH WHICH WAS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS. WHILE WE WERE QUEUING, THE PRSON IN CHARGE WAS ENTERTAINING US WITH LAME JOKES AND SPLASHING WATER ALL OVER US. GLADYS AND I THEN DECIDED THAT WE WOULD CONSIDER WORKING AT WWW FOR A SUMMER JOB. HAH. OH, AND THE GUY KEPT SAYING HAH AND PURPOSELY PUSHED US INTO THE RAGING(OR NOT SO RAGING) WAVES. HAH. IT WAS REAL FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THEN WE WENT TO THE SAMSUNG SLIDE UP WHICH WAS TERRIBLY SPINE-CHILLING. IT WAS SO STEEP I DIDN'T EVEN DARE OPEN MY EYES! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE TSUNAMI POOL FOR ANOTHER WAS KINDOF SCARY COS I CAN'T SWIM, SO I CLUNG ONTO THE FLOAT FOR DEAR LIFE WHILE GLADYS WAS SHOWING OFF WITHOUT A FLOAT NOR LIFE-JACKET AT THE ALMOST 2M DEEP END! AND SHE WAS CHILDISHLY TRYING TO JUMP UP AND DOWN IN SYNC WITH THE WAVES BUT FAILED TO WHEN FLOATS AND LEGS HT AND KICKED HER FROM ALL DIRECTIONS! WHILE I WAS RELAXING ON THE FLOAT, BLOWS WERE RAINED ON HER AND HER REACTION WAS SO FRICKIN' FUNNY! OHMYGOSH, SO FUNNAYYE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE SKYRIDER AND YAKULT KIDDY PLAYGROUND WAS SOMEHOW FUN TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WE STARTED OUT WITH HEAVY HEARTS BOTHERED BY OUR OWN PROBLEMS, BUT ENDED THE DAY WITH JOYFUL HEARTS HAVING EASED SOME OF THE HURT. IT WAS INDEED A GREAT FUN AND BONDING TRIP WITH MY EVER-SINCE-KINDERGARTEN FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ps: this post shall be in both our favourite colours purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pss: see you this saturday gladys, and every next saturday for our cycling trips :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-2205586808419203894?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/2205586808419203894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=2205586808419203894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2205586808419203894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/2205586808419203894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/07/wildwildwet.html' title='WILDWILDWET'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1953337346650268427</id><published>2008-06-18T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:25:20.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your nonchalance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;let the tears flow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1953337346650268427?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1953337346650268427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1953337346650268427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1953337346650268427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1953337346650268427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-nonchalance-let-tears-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-8424289227239780025</id><published>2008-05-29T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:51:40.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I did it not out of respect, but out of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she didn't deserve any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-8424289227239780025?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/8424289227239780025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=8424289227239780025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8424289227239780025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/8424289227239780025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-it-not-out-of-respect-but-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-17330106861338794</id><published>2008-05-21T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:09:46.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D YAY :D</title><content type='html'>hahaha&lt;br /&gt;lets start by saying &lt;em&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/em&gt; to all the people who wished me happy birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know its kind of laggy to say it now but still thank you&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i would like to dedicate this post to martha.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your presents and to meimei too!!&lt;br /&gt;andand also the beautiful hand written lines that seemed so artistic! -chokes and dies-&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyways, thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this will be my expression of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not) &lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not) &lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not) &lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not)&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! (not) &lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST! 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(not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok, if martha reads this, she would be hopping mad instantly, with the prospect of her head exploding due to the pressure when her head hits the roof. so this is to make it up:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA IS THE BEST!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH HAH. THE END:D&lt;br /&gt;AND ONCE AGAIN, THANKYOU:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-17330106861338794?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/17330106861338794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=17330106861338794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/17330106861338794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/17330106861338794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/05/d-yay-d.html' title=':D YAY :D'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-1923605114577142710</id><published>2008-05-16T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:08:22.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U14's</title><content type='html'>actually, i kinda regret not winning, like having so many underserved losses.&lt;br /&gt;however, still congrats to martha for winning BEST SPEAKER!!! -claps-&lt;br /&gt;so, this is the update for the competition (although no one will really know anyways) but still i will update it as one of the many milestones in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we really did our best. staying back everyday and even sleeping over at sweeen's house at !2! which is VERYVERYVERY late for me especially when there's a competition the next day. so in the morning, after finally finishing my rebuttals, the printer didn't work pffft. anyways, thanks for claire's and jolly's comfort although i screwed it up the first round against australian international school. oh, thanks to shirley, sharon and alison for helping me copy too, but sorry, i screwed up:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second round, we were against ACS(I). i felt that the team was really good, every single speaker: sweeen, martha and megan. we really shouldn't have lost, but well maybe we just weren't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third round which was also the impromptu round, we were against SCGS. and the motion was relatively easier than the prepared one. we worked really hard and i guess that was the first time our whole team worked so hard together. i felt really proud of all of us even though we didn't win. this will be our first baby step and later on, we will take bigger steps together, all in sync:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU  GOD, Xuwen, claire, jolly, sancia, alison, sharon, shirley and everyone who supported us emotionally, physically and mentally. sorry for letting all of you down but we will definitely do better the next time. claire, thankyou so much for being there for us and actually you were a great captain even if you don't know it yourself. without you, i guessed we wouldn't have worked so hard for this competition and without Xuwen we prbably would have just screwed ourselves up. &lt;em&gt;THANKYOU SOSO MUCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was a great experience generally although the results meant alot to us too. we really worked hard; yes we did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dnd team- sharon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-1923605114577142710?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/1923605114577142710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=1923605114577142710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1923605114577142710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/1923605114577142710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/05/u14s.html' title='U14&apos;s'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-4071937546544201141</id><published>2008-04-27T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:24:19.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know anymore;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when the music fades; and all is stripped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i simply come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;longing just to bring, something thats of worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that will bless your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll bring you more than a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for a song in itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is not what you've required&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you search much deeper within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;through the way things appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you're looking into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when its all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its all about you, jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm sorry lord for the things i've made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when its all about you; its all about you jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear God, please help us to get past this obstacle. God i pray for each and everyone in SNDebate. (especially the u14's team). i pray that you will help us through this trying period, let us hang on and we know that we are doing all these for you. for YOU and YOU ALONE. please give us the courage, wisdom and strength to do it for YOU and bring glory to your name. i pray that you will help us resolve all issues and sorry if we ever forgotten you amidst our busy schedules. i pray all these in jesus' most holy name, amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THANK YOU LORD&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-4071937546544201141?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/4071937546544201141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=4071937546544201141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4071937546544201141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4071937546544201141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-anymore.html' title='i don&apos;t know anymore;'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3837177849779077375</id><published>2008-04-12T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:17:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>the best day of my life in SN was actually yesterday (lol) but i couldn't blog about it cos of persuasive speech so yeah. it was during debate(one of the bi-weekly srew-ups) and worse, in front of all our juniors. but luckily i was third so that's not that bad. i was so screwed as i really had nothing on my paper when i went into the room and everything started. megan, vet and i against alibabason, way and marthamama. so screwed!(our initial thoughts) but as the debate went on, the sec ones slowly left. that felt really good cos there was so much less pressure. so finally, it was my turn. i rambled on and on about why prop's case was flawed and even crapped out a rebuttal for POI by ali. damn. the stupidest thing ever. ali: "the fact that the parents give birth to the child means that they will care enough to go for the parenting workshops!" i was like: -stone- errrrrrr....... it may be because ........ errrr...... the parents are too busy or do not....... errrrrrrr.......... believe in these workshops." CRAP! oh no. but right after the debate, claire announced: by the way, the debate goes to OPP! i was like, are we prop? oh no, we are OPP!!! so we jumped and shrieked and hugged and almost went crazy. we were overjoyed as that was our very first victory throughout my year in debate. i was so glad when shirley gave me the thumbs up sign. during debrief, claire said the most important phrase that picked me up from the dumps. she said: "sharon lim, your speech... was very good" i was almost bursting. claire had never said something like that to me ever before. the usual ones were: naive; disappointed; bad. but now, it was VERY GOOD! it totally made my day, no my LIFE! and better still, claire shouted to me something about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST SPEAKER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was ... what the heck?!?!?!?!?! best speaker?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too much for me. but congrats to megan, vet , martha, ali, way and sweeen(for escaping)!!!!! hahahahaha! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11/04/08&lt;/span&gt; will always be a day i will forever remember:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3837177849779077375?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3837177849779077375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3837177849779077375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3837177849779077375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3837177849779077375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-day-of-my-life.html' title='THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-4727414251362348260</id><published>2008-04-08T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:25:48.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU VERY MUCH&lt;3</title><content type='html'>geesh, sorry for not updating. well, i am here for a reason. a very important reason. and i've decided to blog when i am especially thankful for some people who have been there constantly for me. when i was down and out, my very worst. they brought out the best in me. although it happened yesterday during debate o.O i still want to express my gratitude and heartfelt thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was hard for you too, but really, i didn't know why i felt that way and actually i am happy you felt alright already -even though i couldn't accept it. i was really down, and maybe  will be down for like the rest of my time in SN but i will keep going strong (at least with your nice talks:)) i really am thankful for you. i guessed god sent you down to help me through this trying period. now, i guess i am having second thoughts about leaving. leaving SN debate. i guess i haven't sorted out my feelings or thoughts but i promise you and SN debate that i will give my best and all no matter what the outcome is. i really hope we can remain friends for the rest of our lives despite the outcome of leaving or not. and if you want to try out too, i won't blame you or whatever cause i've felt that way too and i will instead cheer you on and encourage you to go for it -to go all out for your dream. i really really thank you and i really don't know what would have been of me if you were not there. even though you think we are not really similar, i think we are in similar circumstances but you are the one who can keep going while i am the one with the wavering flame. i am sorry- really am sorry for wanting to leave all of you. after being in different classes, it has been easier to talk to you. so thank you oh so very very much:D&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MARTHA&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, or maybe sadder note, let me get back to MATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATH!&lt;br /&gt;AND HAVE THE MENTAL PREPARATION FOR 5 ROUNDS TOMORROW!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO DEAD. I MAY JUST GET AN ASTHMA ATTACK AND DIE TOMORROW:(&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, THANKS FOR YOUR TIME FOR READING THIS POST EVEN THOUGH ITS A VERY RANDOM ONE AND REMEMBER: GOD LOVES YOU!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-4727414251362348260?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/4727414251362348260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=4727414251362348260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4727414251362348260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/4727414251362348260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-very-much3.html' title='THANK YOU VERY MUCH&lt;3'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3476654949701447702</id><published>2008-02-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:41:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah. i am going crazy</title><content type='html'>gah. exactly 1 month from my last post.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am like supposed to do my rebuttal sheet for arena practice on monday(jy arena team!) and do my heap of homework.&lt;br /&gt;but, i am here. why so? because i need to TAKE A BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;I AM LIKE ON THE BRINK OF DEPRESSION!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah right. it sounds cliched, but i am just so -thinks of more creative word rather than stressed- OVERWHELMED!&lt;br /&gt;ahh, the perfect word.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i pretty much enjoy school these days.&lt;br /&gt;its like there's so much to do and i can keep myself busy and life life to the fullest(?)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats been happening you are asking?&lt;br /&gt;well, many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;test after test, competition after competition, speech after speech..&lt;br /&gt;it seems so much that it somehow feels surreal.&lt;br /&gt;like how can one survive with 7 tests, 3 speeches and 2 competitions in 2 weeks?!&lt;br /&gt;but, i am still enjoying every bit of my sectwo life.&lt;br /&gt;why so? because i am thoroughly enjoying it with my dear friends and oh so great and wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to-you-know-who-you-are&lt;br /&gt;we've been through tough times, felt helpless, felt rejected, felt hopeless, felt fustrated, felt angry, felt irritated, felt like you-just-wanna-burst, harboured evil thoughts(even though we know its SO WRONG). but well, i am kinda getting over it. yeah. i hope you can get over it too. or maybe its because it means so much to you that i can't really understand, but well, i feel so close to you now! like suddenly. and i am cherishing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you-know-who-you-are-2&lt;br /&gt;i feel like we are drifting apart. and i don't really know hpw to express myself to you and i am quite afraid that our commom passion will drive a further wedge between us. but still, i love you loads. heesh!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, these 2 people are the only ones in my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;i know its quite random but yeah, i am not feeling emo. i just feel like i really need to talk to someone now. and i don't know why i am completely different from my colloquail everyday-life here. it seems... emo. but well, just know i am not! and anyone who knows me will know i am not! HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that felt so much better! geegeegagagoogoo!ok, i should proceed back to my rebuttal sheet and root for the arena and JG's team! well, don't worry seniors(as in seriously), dunman was just... -insert word here-. but you'll were GREAT! ya! you'll will definitely make it!&lt;br /&gt;HOHO! 3 cheers for SN! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways, i REFUSE to be called tootfruit- or even be associated with whatever of that sort. and i do not in the least bother about whatever kids-next-door bloob. hear that mama;hamster;fatso;russian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i have to go!&lt;br /&gt;bobo! i mean byebye:D&lt;br /&gt;gah! i love the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ps: I LOVE PURPLE AND PUSH POP! (thanks shu for introducing that to me. rofl.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3476654949701447702?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3476654949701447702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3476654949701447702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3476654949701447702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3476654949701447702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/02/gah-i-am-going-crazy.html' title='gah. i am going crazy'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-3011323424074036617</id><published>2008-01-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:08:37.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm, god's plans</title><content type='html'>today, was the school's 75th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;and during the mass, 2 nice little innocent birds were freed,&lt;br /&gt;and they supposedly were to represent us as 1 bird was wearing a white t-shirt (rofl) and the other a blue t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;we were all quite excited as the teachers and the Father were trying to "force" it out of its ever so comfy and safe lil' cage as they were dismantling the cage in the process...&lt;br /&gt;so, the first bird flew out, and hopped on the field (luckily) and the second flew majestically while we were cheering like mad...&lt;br /&gt;then the real fun began, or maybe the real &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRAGEDY&lt;/span&gt; began.&lt;br /&gt;1 huge crow ( or robin/jackdaw/or whatever you suppose) swooped down and there was a struggle, not only among the birds, but us too..&lt;br /&gt;we were screaming and shouting and blaring as we witnessed with our very own eyes how the crow brutally shoved the vulnerable harmless bird in its beak and took off with its "prize".&lt;br /&gt;at that time, we were already anxiously looking out for the other bird.&lt;br /&gt;and one of the communion helpers ran across the field to saved the other bird hopping around, apparently injured too for whatever unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;however, the other bird was still fighting for its life.&lt;br /&gt;the crow flew and landed on the lampost and at that moment, the small bird darted out and we were like cheering like crazy! for it to fight for its live, but however, as the kiddy saying goes, the excitement was short-lived and the bird once again got caught by the crow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;such&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the innocent poor domestic bird was far too vulnerable!&lt;br /&gt;and yet, to satisfy our needs to signify this and that,&lt;br /&gt;a life was lost.&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and during pe right after that, my class witnessed the bird being eaten by 3 other birds on the roof of a house. that scene will always remain... with the lifeless tail bobbing up and down from the birds beak.)&lt;br /&gt;so, when the bird was struggling and fighting, we were cheering and screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;such&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was supposedly to be God's plans for us.&lt;br /&gt;and to illustrate this situation,&lt;br /&gt;i repeat&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;bird&lt;br /&gt;died.&lt;br /&gt;sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;16 january 2008.&lt;br /&gt;as it is not only the school's anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;but also the lil' bird's death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;high&lt;br /&gt;price.&lt;br /&gt;too&lt;br /&gt;high&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the bird to die,&lt;br /&gt;like how jesus died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today is a sad sad day.&lt;br /&gt;imagine witnessing a death on a bright early cheery morning.&lt;br /&gt;it just spoilt the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;and i will just mourn for the little bird for just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;keeping it in my memeory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheezeeee!&lt;br /&gt;and cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow is a brand new day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-3011323424074036617?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/3011323424074036617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=3011323424074036617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3011323424074036617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/3011323424074036617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmm-gods-plans.html' title='hmmm, god&apos;s plans'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-386841290299188669</id><published>2008-01-06T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:09:05.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM...</title><content type='html'>hi, i am back again. so much has happened and will happen since school started&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;cca fair; homework(lots of it); TJ's; SR's&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, its really nerve wrecking... wonder if i can take the stress...&lt;br /&gt;oh god, please help me handle it well...&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now and by the way i am still trying to figure out how to get a cbox and links&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-386841290299188669?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/386841290299188669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=386841290299188669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/386841290299188669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/386841290299188669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmm.html' title='HMMM...'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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-7218825304027844180.post-6155454096125199491</id><published>2007-12-21T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:36:38.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>I got up early one morning&lt;br /&gt;and rushed right into the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't take time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems just tumbled about me&lt;br /&gt;and heavier came each task.&lt;br /&gt;'Why doesn't God help me?' I wondered&lt;br /&gt;He answered 'You didn't ask.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty&lt;br /&gt;but the day toiled on grey and bleak.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why didn't God show me&lt;br /&gt;He said 'You didn't seek.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to come into God's presence&lt;br /&gt;I used all my keys at the lock.&lt;br /&gt;God gently and loving ly chided&lt;br /&gt;'My child, you didn't knock.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning&lt;br /&gt;and paused before entering the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that I had to take time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :D :P :O :S : :\ :( :C&lt;br /&gt;lollie lollie lols lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7218825304027844180-6155454096125199491?l=sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/feeds/6155454096125199491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7218825304027844180&amp;postID=6155454096125199491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6155454096125199491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7218825304027844180/posts/default/6155454096125199491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharon-sharon-sharon-wenren.blogspot.com/2007/12/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>&amp;gt;..&amp;lt; *sharon*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17646463861726470762</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></feed>
