Hmm I shall clear my quiz debts.

Firstly, tagged by shijia...

The a-z friends quiz

Rules: Answer this questionaire truthfully and list down 5 people to tag and they

must do this!

Who is the most

A: Annoying

mem... i don't really know... haha... to me...noone iS REALLY THAT annoying...

B: Boring

er...dunno leh:)

C: Cute

haha... liwei, ashley, hilary!! they are so adorable!!:)

D: Diligent

ah ha!! shijia!! u r e diligent one!! baoyi...joan...all e super-mugging-no-stop-

ones-under-all-circumstances...


E: Evil

haha...pratically... all is kind...所谓：人之出，性本善！！

F: Funny

er...me? haha...and maybe e whole lot of my frens!!

G: Good-looking

Mmm? hard to say...i dunno?:)

H: Hyper

me!!! ashley...and everyone!! haha:)

I: Intelligent

shijia...xp

J: Jolly

Erm I dunno...optimistic ppl?

K: Kiddy

me!! e childish one!! haha!


L: Lame

er...not sure?!

M: Meticulous

no idea!?

N: Nosey

not observed!!

O: Optimistic

Ummm... dots...possibly everyone!!

P: Playful

everyone is playful...for i'm sure!!


Q: Quarrelsome

as long as they have a good reason!!


R: Reliable

my shadow, shijia, Xin Yi...haha...and him...haha!:)

S: Sexy

-_-*coughcough

T: Trustworthy

my shadow!! shijia, Xin Yi, liwei, twins and him:)

U: Untrustworthy

*.*

V: Vulgar

hehe....

W: Wicked

coughcough again...-_-'''

X: Xenophobic

erm...

Y: Yappy

Hmm... no idea...

Z: Zany

sbd who call zany! haha!!:p

Tagged agian...sign...

Been tagged again by Li Wei.

Hope this quiz is easier or sth...

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question

that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse.

These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were

tagged by.

Continue this game by sending it to other people...



1.If your Lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?

hmm... i'll make sure i slap him REALLY hard... but hope this wi;; never happen la...

2. If you can have a Dream to come true, what would it be?

Er... to lead a cheerful...energetic...and HAPPY LIFE!

3. What is th first thing you do when you reached home after sch?

TAKE OFF MY SHOES!! HAHA...!!

4. What do you love doing in the car?

sleep or read...

5.What's your ideal lover like?

er...not the time to talk about this...

6.Which is more blessed , loving someone or being loved by someone?

Both is nice but being loved by someone is nicer...haha....

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?

er...dunno?

8. If the person you secretly liked is already attached , what would you do?

i don't think i'll land in that position...

9. Is there anything that made you unhappy these days?

na....

10. Is being tagged fun?

er...sometimes yes....sometimes no...

11. Would you rather to be a single & rich or married but poor?

boring...

12. Are you happy now?

yea!! I'M ALWAYS OPTIMISTIC!!

13. What is the thing that you're most afraid of?

DIEING!!

8 ppl tagged
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hahaha...!

friday

okay...

i woke up super early...

yea...

5.30am...

rushed through my breakfast...

and did sth important...

den rushed off to school...

actually i planned to meet shijia at the bus stop outside sch...

den go to the former police academy together...

she is being really kind!! to go with me...

as there's no dirert bus frm my house to that place...

SHIJIA!!! THANKS SO MUCH!!!:)

haha...

but i reached damn early...

like 6.45...

we r planned to meet at 6.50...

but somehow she missed the 1st bus...

nvm...

i'll wait la...

finally she came...

we went into e sch for sth...

den we came to know that actually there's a nyco com meeting at m4-01...

haha...

saw yiping...

den shijia and i took bus to police academy...

phew...

arrived safe and sound...

haha...

when we arrived...

there's only erm...

less than 15 ppl...

we talked with yushan and her friend xiantian*-don't really noe e spelling...

i think xiantian is really pissed off by me...

cos i kept on saying that she's cute...

haha...

den we took pictures...of the ns report thingy...

"yea! we've done ns!!"

that's lame la...

haha...

den ppl starts zooming then...

take attendece...

yea...

den i sat down...

and read shijia's 老舍散文-落花生...

den chenlili lao shi was like 哇！读这个好啊！你们现在就读这个啊？真厉害！

okay...

i was speechless...

at that point...

den i tried to hmm hmm...

haha...

den we sang the national day songs...

monitresses and AMS...

stood on the top of the stairs with the SCs...

GU2LI4 students to sing...

very paiseh...

but meaningful la...

den...we set off to the qianshou place...

the sun was blazing!!!!

den chenlili lao shi was kind!!

yea...she was!!!

to share umbrella with me!!!

haha...

lucky for me ba...

den i heard the whole convoof her and mrs ho...

haha...

no offence...

but it's really FUNNY!!

it was like chenlili lao shi 1st ask me if she noe where they going to eat lunch...

den she said somewhere with all e teachers...

which i forgot...

den she said she going shopping after that at orchard cos there's a great sales

going on at METRO...

and...

she called mrs ho... mei3mei3...or maemae?

i don't know...

haha...

den mrs ho said she need to 回家做家务...

and chenlili laoshi was like asking whrere's ur gong1ren2

den mrs ho said that her gong1ren2 zou3 le...

haha...

funny...

and qianshou was lame...

really...

but it's celebrating singapore's birthday so we have to do it...

haha...

went home...

slept...

den watched the opening ceromony of the beijing olympics....

it was dame cool...

LOVED IT SO MUCH!!

BEIJING OLYMPICS RAWKS!!!!

haha...

gtg for dinner...

:)

yea!!
tomoro
is
e
JUDGEMENT
DAY!!!
:)

juz realised i post 4 times a day!!!

WOW!!!!

HAHA

BEING RANDOM IS NICE!~~~~~~~

okay...

shijia wa nagging at me to post abt yesterday's dazu...

all i can say is...

IT'S SO FUN!!!

okay...

mrs ee is not there to conduct us...luckily...

so queenie took over...

she's a brave soul sia...

so pro...

hope to be like her...

haha...

"shichen, dream on la...!"

anyway...

that piece is super nice!!!

like it alot!!

today...i prac that piece like hell!!

haha...

even my neighbours told me it was nice...

haha...

think i got some improvements in erhu le...

haha...

anyway...so good to be in an air-con room!!!

it was damn funny during dazu...

as usual the hmp-ers are late...!!

haha...

mrs ee was there...

yiping was giving off the welcom speech to the sec 1s...

den mrs ee told us abt this rvco concert...

which i am definitely not going...

haha...don't like it... not free!!!

den queenie conduct us...

she is quite nervous...

can tell...

but she did a GOOD and FANTASTIC job!!!

HAHA...

den i was keep on looking at shijia and joan...

but shijia didn't look at me...:"[ never see me?

haha...

anyway...

wanqing and fren was damn funny...

say i was "shichengliudianban"-the 6.30 news on channel 8...

welll they are kind of naughty and cute ba...

den i shared the doughnut tt mrs wong gave with my partner huiling...

haha...

but i "du2zhan4" the marshmallow!!!

haha...

any way...

den back to dazu...

yea!!!

but there's one strange rule...

after dazu...

everyone muz keep everything properly...

den everyone leave together...

this was like...

me and huiling tried to escape...

but we were blocked by percussion seniors...

sad...

sad...

but still fun...

after that we rushed off to bus stop...

guess who i see...

zhixin...

as usual...

he is fair tall...

er...

strange...

and saw he with all e other hcco ppl...

ya we board the same bus but never talk with one another...

strange...

hmmm...

okay...

that's all

happy-g0-lucky!!!

clarissa send me this mail...thought it interesting...so shall post it here!

This is a email i received recently and it touched me greatly. hope you guys find this useful! (: Very thought provoking. Hope you read it to its end!!!!!

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'

Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?IT IS NVR TOO LATE TO TURN AWAY FRM SIN.U R NVR TOO YOUNG TOO PREACH. KNOW DAT JESUS LUVS U





1 Peter 2:9But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
1 Timothy 4:12 Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity.

okay...

i know this happened long long time ago...

but still shall post it here...

our script for teachers' day performance...

well...sth just went really wrong...

i shouldn't have let it happen...

and yet...

it happened!!!

maybe...

i should learn to change...

but what had i done wrong?

i've always be trying...trying and trying...

but...

it doesn't work no matter hard i tried...

shouldn't i give up or not?

that's on my count...

but...

what if i happen again...

i dare not think...

dare not look...

dare not imagine...

but i believe myself will get it over as soon as possible...

be my ownself...

be confident...

yea...

of course...

most ppls are nice...

they are willing...

but yet...

some i shall not say...

this is e true society...

ACCEPT...

yea...

okay...

good luck next time...

all i can say is...

i fortunate to be at where i am...

i'll never fall back onto e same spot twice...

yea...