<?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-2120282118496165986</id><updated>2011-10-13T17:03:30.003+08:00</updated><category term='pressure'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Alone'/><category term='Ashamed'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Ben'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='encouraged'/><category term='books'/><category term='pain'/><category term='weird'/><category term='music'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='cute'/><category term='notes to self'/><category term='cello'/><title type='text'>Me, myself and my blog...</title><subtitle type='html'>No, I am not a schizo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-401239888314308338</id><published>2010-03-30T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:26:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wait and wait, does an angel contemplate my fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little sick, don't know why. Probably over-exerted myself and what I'm feeling is all due to exhaustion. Just need some rest, a break, that's all. "Have a break, have a Kit-Kat." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're really practicing when you start to perspire. Played my cello for a whole 2h just now and I took a bath right after. I was having such a good time that I completely forgot about the time.:] Ah, but I really need to cut down on my cello practise and focus on my piano.:O But no worries, playing the piano is fun too! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's a mess! Really need to start cleaning up. &gt;.&lt; Everywhere I walk I'm bound to knock into something, and it's starting to get really annoying. Better get it done tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented, I'm satisfied. Though I didn't get my answer, I didn't ask, but I have all I want. I have realised that no further steps need to be taken and things should just be left as they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to love me for who I am. Not for how I appear, what I have,  but just for me. And if people can't accept the real me, then I don't see the point to try to change who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7IJbn9lK9I/AAAAAAAAA9o/YvtocCznZiA/s1600/096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7IJbn9lK9I/AAAAAAAAA9o/YvtocCznZiA/s400/096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454432468887481298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;I know that full well."- Psalm 139: 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-401239888314308338?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/401239888314308338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=401239888314308338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/401239888314308338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/401239888314308338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wait-and-wait-does-angel-contemplate.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7IJbn9lK9I/AAAAAAAAA9o/YvtocCznZiA/s72-c/096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7767536195997946683</id><published>2010-03-28T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:14:31.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 200th post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at 12am last night and didn't fall asleep till 1am? :S Had lots of stuff on my mind. Haha, at least I still got to sleep.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for assembly to start this morning at school, I decided to take a rest on the hall floor cos I was super tired. Used my bag as a pillow. XD Mandy was shocked when she saw me at first. And when Nick Nan saw me on the floor, he first looked blankly at me then I smiled and chuckled and he followed. Lols. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kee changed our seats in class today. I'm sitting next to Gordon now with Nick Nan and Yi Tian behind me and Danish beside me. Haha, quite happy indeed. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me, I must know now. I've already waited so long and I can't go on like this any longer. I asked before but the answer wasn't definite. Unsatisfied! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding quietly from the truth isn't gonna help, I just want to know. Surely it can't be that hard? Just take it as a favour so I might have sleep back. Cos this(and a whole lot more of stuff) is what's been keeping me up all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me already? Let me have a peace of mind. Yes or no, I don't care, I just want to know! Tell me, tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures I took. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXBN-iHfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/06eMVAL4liw/s1600/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXBN-iHfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/06eMVAL4liw/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454025195933277682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXAk3O44I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/J5a-hlV7pL0/s1600/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXAk3O44I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/J5a-hlV7pL0/s400/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454025184896803714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXAS_9KDI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/12mP38yUoL0/s1600/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXAS_9KDI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/12mP38yUoL0/s400/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454025180101552178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CW_2IBrzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/K5UpAaHRxb4/s1600/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CW_2IBrzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/K5UpAaHRxb4/s400/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454025172350775090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWbxH458I/AAAAAAAAA9A/gPQVQIls-2A/s1600/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWbxH458I/AAAAAAAAA9A/gPQVQIls-2A/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454024552532731842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWbdZSRPI/AAAAAAAAA84/BXfcxX1Q6wY/s1600/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWbdZSRPI/AAAAAAAAA84/BXfcxX1Q6wY/s400/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454024547236988146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWbIXrpbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/HOq0cuJ7gvc/s1600/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWbIXrpbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/HOq0cuJ7gvc/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454024541593118130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWaiv-1zI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dMSkfGLYNWo/s1600/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWaiv-1zI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dMSkfGLYNWo/s400/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454024531494491954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWaS5z6II/AAAAAAAAA8g/xow7N03tl7k/s1600/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CWaS5z6II/AAAAAAAAA8g/xow7N03tl7k/s400/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454024527240751234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXBN-iHfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/06eMVAL4liw/s1600/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXBN-iHfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/06eMVAL4liw/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454025195933277682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute little Jerome doing the peace sign(again)! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want someone to love me for who I am..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7767536195997946683?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7767536195997946683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7767536195997946683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7767536195997946683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7767536195997946683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-200th-post-d-went-to-bed-at-12am.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S7CXBN-iHfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/06eMVAL4liw/s72-c/DSC00686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6438153210111447187</id><published>2010-03-27T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:44:40.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Like a fire shut up in my bones, I want the world to know You are God. With a passion burning deep within, I want the world to know that You live."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Like a Fire&lt;/span&gt;, Planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great sabbath today, it was really nice. :] Instead of going to Chuan Hoe, Joyce and I decided to visit AskGod at SYAS. We had a good time there, and I even got to meet up with Tiffany. I've missed her so much! ^.^ As usual, I was a lot taller. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worship at AskGod was a lot more different as compared to Chuan Hoe, especially in terms of genre of music. They sing contemporary, we prefer hyms and songs from the SYAS songbook. I found the drum there irritating and unnecessary.XD But though the service was preety cool and all, I don't think I ever want go back there ever again. Something weird happened and it gave me a really bad impression of the girls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and I went back to Chuan Hoe after lunch. Haha, I prefer it there. :D Had bible study and continued with my poster. Also had a really good and funny chat with Stacia and Danielle.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Wait till you get a boyfriend, Danielle. XD&lt;br /&gt;♥No worries, Stacia. :]&lt;br /&gt;♥Ah, cello etude and 3 ochestral pieces in 2 days. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Oh no, that weird feeling's back again...&lt;br /&gt;♥He has answered my prayers, just that I haven't realised it yet.&lt;br /&gt;♥Can't wait to give special music again, this time on my cello! :D&lt;br /&gt;♥I'll never have to sing ever again! XD&lt;br /&gt;♥It's your birthday today. It's just so amazing how I used to be jealous of you.&lt;br /&gt;♥Is there such thing of getting jealous over a senior? :O&lt;br /&gt;♥"Do you love the cello or piano more?" I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;♥4 more days, I MISS YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;♥I want to play volleyball NOW. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;♥That was traumatising, there were so many guys. :(&lt;br /&gt;♥Waiting and waiting... Maybe I should take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;♥My friends are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;♥I love you, but don't come back so soon, alright?&lt;br /&gt;♥Help me to stay strong for You, O Lord! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S64ny2A1HXI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GwTMoLsnfyM/s1600/mustard-tree_mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S64ny2A1HXI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GwTMoLsnfyM/s400/mustard-tree_mist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453339953238187378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."- Matthew 17:20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6438153210111447187?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6438153210111447187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6438153210111447187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6438153210111447187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6438153210111447187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-fire-shut-up-in-my-bones-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S64ny2A1HXI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GwTMoLsnfyM/s72-c/mustard-tree_mist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5463884536425862353</id><published>2010-03-24T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:03:53.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 March 2010</title><content type='html'>Tell me what to do, I need Your guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I'm gonna be playing Tchoukball tomorrow! :D Haha, all thanks to Yi Tian for introducing me to the game.:] It's time to perspire and get dirty! XD Guess it's a good way to be happy and just have fun. Ah, I want to play volleyball again. (^&gt;.&lt;^)&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt that blogging was a good way to release stress and tension, but strangely, it hasn't been much of help these few days. Really need to find some other positive way to make myself feel better, or I'm gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I call, You answer. And You came to my rescue and I want to be where You are..." I'm calling, but where's the answer? I'm still waiting for it. The complications seem to be beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I be over-reacting? No way, I heard it with my own ears! All the other 13/ 14 year-olds I know don't go through this sort of stuff, they don't have to make decisions with such drastic results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get this out of my mind, it's all I think about. I never expected things to turn out this way, they were better before. I thought everyone had put the past behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they do carry out the things the things they said they would do? Where will I go then? Who's gonna be there for me? What's gonna become of me? Sorrow and pain fills my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6n3wh4XTTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cCqylbvlGRU/s1600/overcoming_obstacle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6n3wh4XTTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cCqylbvlGRU/s400/overcoming_obstacle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452161237009255730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reign in me, O Lord! Help me remain strong for You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5463884536425862353?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5463884536425862353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5463884536425862353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5463884536425862353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5463884536425862353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-what-to-do-i-need-your-guidance.html' title='24 March 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6n3wh4XTTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cCqylbvlGRU/s72-c/overcoming_obstacle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2706259972325535323</id><published>2010-03-23T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:00:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't try to get me, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, found Khoon Mun on Facebook, this is AWESOME. :D Haha, he, Wei Yew and I used to be the best of friends till we were moved to different classes in primary school. Wow, I missed him so much.:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much joy and pain the people in our lives can bring us. Everything little thing they do, of course depending on the relationship between them and us, makes a difference. I try to ignore or live with the pain, trying my best to remain strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when these people bring you joy, that immense joy just overwhelms. They just make you so happy, and for that moment you forget all the pain stored within you. Sadly, it doesn't go away forever.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for everything that's happen. It's true that I haven't fully accepted what I'll have to face, but I don't have much of a choice. At least I know I'm doing what's right and I won't have to live with regret all my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6jW8mpImqI/AAAAAAAAA74/-AwS86goFHY/s1600-h/lion%2Band%2Blamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6jW8mpImqI/AAAAAAAAA74/-AwS86goFHY/s400/lion%2Band%2Blamb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451843685585558178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him."- James 1:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2706259972325535323?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2706259972325535323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2706259972325535323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2706259972325535323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2706259972325535323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-try-to-get-me-alright-yesh-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6jW8mpImqI/AAAAAAAAA74/-AwS86goFHY/s72-c/lion%2Band%2Blamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6436261869686031786</id><published>2010-03-22T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:37:41.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do things have to get so complicated?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The March holidays are officially over and another busy school term awaits me. Had some CME project work to complete this afternoon so I had to meet up with my groupmates Joyce, Yi Tian and Mandy. We went to some place near Yi Tian's house and started immediately with our work. We took turns to do different things so that the rest could play volleyball. :P Mandy and I were practising our spiking, and I finally got it right! :D But Yi Tian(sports fanatic) is still a way lot better cos she plays volleyball as her CCA. Overall, we all had lots of fun and managed to complete our work. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this isn't part of Your will? Ah, I don't have the right to question You. It's just that all of this is so confusing. Am I going to have to make this hard decision and risk everything just for You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember what Jeremiah 29:11 says, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt just this morning when doing my devotion that it's important that we await for His perfect timing, about His plans for us. I know He's doing something in my life I mean, was this just a coincidence? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm lost, confused and really sad. I have no idea what to do, how to feel. Sometimes it seems to me that others are just so much more fortunate than I am, but I ought to be thankful for whatever God has provided me with. This may sound weird, but I ought to be thanking Him for this turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, I'll continue to have faith in the Lord! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6eOSACPCeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UpZEvwDtvkU/s1600-h/LavenderFlowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6eOSACPCeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UpZEvwDtvkU/s400/LavenderFlowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451482313853438434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. . . "&lt;br /&gt;-Psalm 37:28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6436261869686031786?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6436261869686031786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6436261869686031786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6436261869686031786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6436261869686031786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-things-have-to-get-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6eOSACPCeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UpZEvwDtvkU/s72-c/LavenderFlowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1906260333994545858</id><published>2010-03-20T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:20:50.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waiting for yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church as usual today, learnt and discussed about lots of cool stuff. :] The youth had a meeting to discuss the past 3 months and some activities we can do in the new future which turned out pretty well. After that most of us went out for dinner and had a great time...  That reminds me, I need to go read the book of Leviticus all over again! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I did go out with Joyce yesterday, just not to the gym(good thing). The number of guys there kinda turned her and especially me off so we played badminton instead. Haha, yay, I improved!:D  We played for about two and a half hours. We stayed on a little longer cos it was raining outside and we couldn't go anywhere. And now my limbs are aching really bad. Ow!(^&gt;.&lt;^) After that we went for lunch and had this really heart-to-heart talk that really opened my eyes to some stuff. I was pretty down for a while (No, I wasn't pissed with Joyce =.=) but I got over it just this morning.^.^ Yup, and I was really tired when I went to CARE group but dinner made me hyper.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... It seems that I always have something to whine about on Saturday nights, although I have no idea why at all. :O Although I do have something in mind that's really been bothering me, I won't mention it.:] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just really thankful for what God has done in my life. Though some stuff has been a little rough for me, He's still stood by my side no matter what. He's made so paths and ways for me to fulfill my dreams and ambitions, and although I might not be able to see His work fully in my life now, I am sure I'll be able to in the near future. Isn't He just so awesome? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, there are some stuff in life that sometimes really gets me down and I feel I can't handle. But somehow everytime I tell myself to leave it all to Him, things seem to get much better and I'm able to rest assured that He will deal with my troubles and fustrations. :D And Psalm 91 always assures me of God's protection over me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High&lt;br /&gt;       will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress,&lt;br /&gt;       my God, in whom I trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare&lt;br /&gt;       and from the deadly pestilence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 He will cover you with his feathers,&lt;br /&gt;       and under his wings you will find refuge;&lt;br /&gt;       his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 You will not fear the terror of night,&lt;br /&gt;       nor the arrow that flies by day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;       nor the plague that destroys at midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 A thousand may fall at your side,&lt;br /&gt;       ten thousand at your right hand,&lt;br /&gt;       but it will not come near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 You will only observe with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;       and see the punishment of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 If you make the Most High your dwelling—&lt;br /&gt;       even the LORD, who is my refuge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 then no harm will befall you,&lt;br /&gt;       no disaster will come near your tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 For he will command his angels concerning you&lt;br /&gt;       to guard you in all your ways;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 they will lift you up in their hands,&lt;br /&gt;       so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;&lt;br /&gt;       you will trample the great lion and the serpent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him;&lt;br /&gt;       I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;&lt;br /&gt;       I will be with him in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;       I will deliver him and honor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 With long life will I satisfy him&lt;br /&gt;       and show him my salvation."&lt;br /&gt;-Psalms 91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6TlN5cbHBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YIfcTC0k0Uo/s1600-h/heart+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6TlN5cbHBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YIfcTC0k0Uo/s400/heart+leaves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450733475946241042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1906260333994545858?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1906260333994545858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1906260333994545858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1906260333994545858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1906260333994545858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-for-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6TlN5cbHBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YIfcTC0k0Uo/s72-c/heart+leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-9214318262628645186</id><published>2010-03-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:56:30.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And if I could change your mind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun!(^.^) Had ice cream, ran in the rain, tried a new cello piece, played dress-up, played piano, read romance novels and even tried some online games.(very rare of me) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is coming over tomorrow, yay!:] So sad, that means I won't be able to go to the Esplanade Library then... :[ Nevermind, I'm sure we'll have an awesome time together!:D Though I have no idea what to do at a gym. O.O I wanna go for a real run!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited again, it wasn't what I wanted. But close, i guess. Maybe I should stop trying so hard. You know, let it rest? Not thinking about it might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop what goes in up there, I'm not in control anymore.(If I ever was in the first place.) Eliana, you have to get this off your mind. Or you're never gonna be able to sleep peacefuly ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6I-95-uQII/AAAAAAAAA7g/tfrrmgQUY88/s1600-h/098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6I-95-uQII/AAAAAAAAA7g/tfrrmgQUY88/s400/098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449987732328562818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me, help me understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-9214318262628645186?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9214318262628645186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=9214318262628645186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9214318262628645186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9214318262628645186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-if-i-could-change-your-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6I-95-uQII/AAAAAAAAA7g/tfrrmgQUY88/s72-c/098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2272382936196846286</id><published>2010-03-17T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:22:14.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, it's times like these that I actually miss school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nick Nan and Jerome Ng! (^&gt;.&lt;^) It's so boring at home nowadays, and I miss talking to the two guys. Hope Nick sits behind me when we get back to school, especially since our exam results are pretty close and Miss Kee's arranging our sitting arrangement according to our marks. Jerome too!:D Boy, I'm selfish. I want two cute guys to myself. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a good laugh. Not just any laugh, but a laugh that comes after listening to Nick and Jerome talk. I have no idea why they came to mind, maybe cos their my two favourite guys in class?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, just remembered to do something... I NEED TO TOUCH NICK'S HAIR AFTER THE HOLIDAYS! Hope it's still spikey. XD And also think of more ways to get myself talking to the rest of the guys in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm so bored that I'm blogging AGAIN. This is the second post today. T.T &lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and nothing, but nothing. What will it take? Tears? Me kneeling down and begging? Forget it, I'm better than that. I'm Eliana, for goodness sake. It's impossible to get me to beg or ask, ever. Unless you were like...? Even if you were, it'll take a long time. Anyways, you can try, but expect disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It never crossed my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;That's what I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for the best I know it is but I see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around, you're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you, not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't memories supposed to fade?&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it'd be this hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong, movin' on but I see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around, you're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I regret everything I said&lt;br /&gt;No way to take it all back, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my own, how I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you, not over you"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Little Too Not Over You&lt;/span&gt;, David Archuleta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2272382936196846286?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2272382936196846286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2272382936196846286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2272382936196846286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2272382936196846286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/ah-its-times-like-these-that-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3176776051961966231</id><published>2010-03-17T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:27:32.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a possibility, isn't it? But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I have a day all to myself. I don't have to help others with their problems, no going out to run errands, it'll just be me and myself. :] Maybe I'll even have time to get some reading done!^.^ Yeah, really wanna start on Jane Austen's "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Persuasion&lt;/span&gt;". Yay, for the classics! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going out with Yi Tian to do some project work yesterday, I went to Woodlands Regional Library. Paid a fine of $0.60 and immediately got started with finding a book. Cos the place had four stories in total, it took me nearly half an hour just to find the youth section. For a while I was at the adult section and even though I didn't know that it wasn't the youth section, I actually thought most of the books were pretty interesting. Then I started getting weird looks from the people's there, and I knew something was wrong. So I checked, and continued on with my search for the youth section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I found a whole lot of junk at the youth section and ended up borrowing two romance novels, ARGH.-.- Maybe reading more lovey dovey stuff will give me a more romantic touch?:P Er, okay, definitely awkward. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep again last night eventhough I was actually really tired. I figured that it was cos my room was so silent, so I turned on some music. That didn't turn out to be the case though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much to think about, you know? It's times like these that I wonder how people can say that life is boring. There's always something up, it's either this or that. So many things to find a solution to, but not every problem can be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are your priorities. Which one is more important? They matter cos they have a great impact on your life. You could say I think too much, but I feel that planning ahead prepares you for the challenges life brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6B1Tn9GklI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ALPlQUlM3m8/s1600-h/night-stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6B1Tn9GklI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ALPlQUlM3m8/s400/night-stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449484529121530450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could wish upon tomorrow, tonight would never end. If you asked me I would follow, but for now I'll just pretend." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You Can&lt;/span&gt;, David Archuleta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3176776051961966231?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3176776051961966231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3176776051961966231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3176776051961966231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3176776051961966231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-possibility-isnt-it-but-then-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S6B1Tn9GklI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ALPlQUlM3m8/s72-c/night-stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2036179068513695109</id><published>2010-03-16T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:47:06.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's weird, there's just... emptiness. You were right, it was a grave mistake. But it's too late for regret now, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pastor Bayu's house a few hours ago, it was pretty fun I guess. I didn't do much actually, so I just watched the others do stuff.:P Lerie and Pastor made awesome food, and everything was super yummy. Also took a look at Lerie's wedding photos, she looked even prettier than usual.^.^ For some reason looking those photos made me so happy. It's just so great when someone finds true love, you know? Overall everyone enjoyed themselves, so that's good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home the whole of tomorrow to finish up my homework, read 'Patriach &amp; Prophets', clean up my room, practise piano, practise cello and just chill. Ah, better make better use of my holidays to rest instead of going out everyday.:S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm angry, just that I feel that tinge of disappoinment. Not sure whether it's alright for me to feel this way, but I just do. Everyone was there, well at least that's what I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was expected. Nah, it wasn't like that the last time. But why now? Why at the worst time ever? Heck, it's all over anyway. The memory still lingers on though. I'm reminded of that common phrase "Forgive and forget." Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I'm ever maintain that trust. I'm not sure whether I'm gonna be able to let go just like that, it did mean a lot to me. Guess I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5-0mtUy85I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-dmR7ngYNbk/s1600-h/suntec+waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5-0mtUy85I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-dmR7ngYNbk/s400/suntec+waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449272651236438930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to take care, okeo? :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2036179068513695109?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2036179068513695109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2036179068513695109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2036179068513695109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2036179068513695109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-weird-theres-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5-0mtUy85I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-dmR7ngYNbk/s72-c/suntec+waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2208758208946613423</id><published>2010-03-15T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:48:48.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTA audition postponed</title><content type='html'>Thank You for Your providence over me. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't audition for SOTA this morning. I didn't even go, the admin called my Mum up and asked her whether she would like to postpone it to June. Personally, I think God did answer my prayers, and I am just so thankful.:D I can finally go back to playing the pieces I love, Pathetique and Bruyeres!^.^ I'm not disappointed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pure torture. I was rushing to master the set piece but i just couldn't. Others were given a month to complete it, I was given 6 days. I cried almost the whole of last night, rubbing my tears each time I realised I could have been using my time more wisely practicing the piece. Praying really hard, I just couldn't help but ask God to help me through the audition. But no, He did an even greater job. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy felt that since she had already taken leave she might as well take me out since I was free. We went to the IKEA at Tampines, had lunch and got some stuff for my room. What we got mainly was a swivel chair, some storage boxes with rollers and a mat for me to lie on the floor(I like doing that for some reason:P) if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my first time there but I enjoyed my all the same as the last I was there. My favourite section was the bed section cos we got to lie down.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S55SLjtWSNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GAhsGWms4sM/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S55SLjtWSNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GAhsGWms4sM/s400/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448882957682362578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, was on a bed looking at the ceiling. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S55SLBNa-FI/AAAAAAAAA5A/kcQDwuXsMfk/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S55SLBNa-FI/AAAAAAAAA5A/kcQDwuXsMfk/s400/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448882948421646418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O My leg looks super long from this angle. Was still on the bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the March holidays, yipee!^.^ Going to Pastor Bayu's house tomorrow for dinner and also to play his Wii. Meeting Joyce at Bishan mrt at around 5.30pm then we'll slowly find our way to the place together. Was actually intending to go to the Esplanade library in the morning, but I decided not to in the end. Holidays should be spent at home, resting.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Haven't planned what to do for the rest of the week. But I do know I'm definitely free on Friday, maybe I'll go to the Esplanade library then!^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S55VPj74E_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/nlXXk_m5gIc/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S55VPj74E_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/nlXXk_m5gIc/s400/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448886324997657586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. Yours, O LORD, is the kingdom; you are exalted as head over all."- 1 Chronicles 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2208758208946613423?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2208758208946613423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2208758208946613423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2208758208946613423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2208758208946613423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/sota-audition-postponed.html' title='SOTA audition postponed'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S55SLjtWSNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GAhsGWms4sM/s72-c/DSC00670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7232220586027945819</id><published>2010-03-13T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:22:20.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who you calling a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the cruel Girl World, where every girl has to stand alone. Trust is a definite no-no, or be ready to expect lots and lots of crap. Maybe I'm saying this out of anger, but it's a reality. You never know which one of your girl friends is reliable and trust-worthy, which one is gonna come around and stab you in the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you're wondering, someone did call me a bitch. Yesterday actually, it was my first time. Am I not a nice person? Am I someone that everyone hates? Am I really a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't let such things to affect me, but it's hard. Oh, but saying that I couldn't really give a hoot, now that's even harder. I've never had much of an issue with being nice and loving, but why is so hard now? I guess Pastor Bayu's sermon today was pretty applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whoever does not love does not know God, because GOD IS LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another."- 1 John 4: 7-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so it's pretty obvious what I should do in this situation. Well, that is to continue to show love, be kind and compassionate and of course to pray for God to continue to give me the strength to do these things. Give me the strength, O Lord! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5uB4tLgczI/AAAAAAAAA44/Q02-IArZPGQ/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5uB4tLgczI/AAAAAAAAA44/Q02-IArZPGQ/s400/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448090985435263794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And this commandment we have from him: whoever loves God must also love his brother."- 1 John 4: 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7232220586027945819?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7232220586027945819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7232220586027945819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7232220586027945819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7232220586027945819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-you-calling-bitch-welcome-to-cruel.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5uB4tLgczI/AAAAAAAAA44/Q02-IArZPGQ/s72-c/DSC00665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2933361081288282651</id><published>2010-03-11T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:34:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend..."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How To Save A Life&lt;/span&gt;, The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper happy!^.^ School was awesome as usual, I'm getting along really well witth the guys now. I used to be a little shy(hard to believe?:P) in front of them, but now we're all rubbing shoulders. :] Lols, guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw Nick Nan this morning, my jaw dropped. He got a haircut!XD Hmm... Should have taken a picture.:[ Yeah, anyways, everytime I look at him now I just laugh. XD This is just one of the things that happened. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Hey, Eliana.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*turn back* Yep?&lt;br /&gt;Nick:What do I for this...?&lt;br /&gt;Me:*explain, blah blah*&lt;br /&gt;Nick:Oh, ok. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*stare, break into laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Nick:My hair right? I know, it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*laugh uncontrollably* No la, it just needs some...*laugh* getting...*laugh*used to.&lt;br /&gt;Nick:Aiya. Oi, don't like that leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*laugh*So-rr-y!*laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Nick:So bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also taught Jerome some tips on tricking and scaring others.:P He was pretty happy. It's the least I can do after he "saved my life" during today's math test. Haha, he's so cute!^.^(adorable la =.=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and history was actually pretty fun today. Can't believe I'm actually one of the top scorers for the test.O.O Was in disbelief when our teacher called my name.:D Had Nick and Jerome to entertain me. Nick was super funny!XD Yeah, and it was also during history period that I gave him a new nickname, "Hamster", cos I thought he looked like one with his new haircut and all.:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ JEROME NG! I ♥ NICHOLAS NAN! Noo... I ♥ GUYS!XD Ok, maybe I should take that back, sounds kinda wrong. :P But, yeah, I've had lots of great guy friends, and I'd like to thank each and everyone of them for being so awesome. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5jxYBXBP3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/3IePaK94bjc/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5jxYBXBP3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/3IePaK94bjc/s400/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447369144288755570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."- Proverbs 18:24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2933361081288282651?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2933361081288282651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2933361081288282651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2933361081288282651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2933361081288282651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-did-i-go-wrong-i-lost-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5jxYBXBP3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/3IePaK94bjc/s72-c/DSC00661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4087708207011613375</id><published>2010-03-10T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:12:08.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 March 2010</title><content type='html'>No more "emo-ing" for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was e-learning day so there wasn't any school. Stayed up till 1am last night to complete all my online assignments so I would be free to practice piano in the morning. Woke up at 7am this morning, washed up, did my devotion, had breakfast and started with piano practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had lesson with Iris jie jie in the afternoon. Somehow her teaching really made my day. I kinda chuckled and laughed while playing my audition pieces, which also kinda caused me to make mistakes. Here's what happened while she was going through one of my pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:*play last few bars*&lt;br /&gt;Iris: Again.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*play again*&lt;br /&gt;Iris: Remember to hold C#.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*play*&lt;br /&gt;Iris:Ah, what happened to the G?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.... *play*&lt;br /&gt;Iris: No, don't hold it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*chuckle, play*&lt;br /&gt;Iris: What happened the C# again? =.=&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me:*play*&lt;br /&gt;Iris: Ok. That was just syncopation, yeah? And you have to improve on your rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Me: *big laugh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Nevertheless, the way Iris jie jie taught was great. She's awesome!^.^ On the way home, I met this P4 girl from Meridian Primary who kinda annoyed me for the whole bus trip. Still wondering why she didn't take the money and shut up. No, she had to take the money and continue yapping. Sorry if I seem a little rude, I was just really tired then, still am actually. Don't want to go into details. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Iris went through with me the set piece today, I gained hope that maybe, just maybe, the audition will go smoothly. It's just a hope, I might be wrong, but at least that hope is there and I won't go into the audition room feeling "I might as well play badly, I won't get in anyway." But instead, I'll play with all my heart knowing that I'm being the best I can be. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed God is awesome. :D He provided me with hope and confidence. He made me special with different gifts and talents so I can use them to glorify His name. Oh, wow, I'm just so happy and joyous right now. Glory goes to Him!^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5eooY38q4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/sTqY39cjo3o/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5eooY38q4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/sTqY39cjo3o/s400/050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447007686153251714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."- Isaiah 41:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4087708207011613375?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4087708207011613375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4087708207011613375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4087708207011613375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4087708207011613375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-march-2010.html' title='10 March 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5eooY38q4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/sTqY39cjo3o/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-406436941676691429</id><published>2010-03-09T15:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:01:36.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我相信您的能力，十分有信心！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally received my set piece today, thank God.:] I immediately went to check out the Youtube recording after printing the scores. It's difficulty level is higher than I expected judging from last year's piece. Well, it would have been more manageable if SOTA had sent it earlier. But no, they just had to send it more than a week late.=.= And when Mummy called them up, the guy told us he sent it out much earlier before. However, the person who Mummy has been emailing only sent it to us today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged with Iris to have 3 lessons this week, just to really prepare me for Monday's audition. Saturday night and Sunday are gonna be “Crazy Practice Days". I'm just looking forward to the holidays, hopefully nothing will stress me up then too. Currently playing and praying my hardest~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's a sad day when you spend almost an hour just lying on your bed looking at your music scores, marking out all the bars that you think you need more practice on. Then you feel that you're going to lose your sanity if you go on like that, so you turn on your computer/lappy, place it next to you, and put Corrinne May on full blast. As you might have guessed, that's what I did today. Well, that and non-stop practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I don't care even if he looked a little cuter from that angle, Magdelyn. Zachary Tng Zhi En is NOT hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥When's Mandy gonna get her stitches removed?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;♥Losing my sanity bit by bit. Heck, no one cares whether I go nuts as long as I get into SOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Cast your burderns on the LORD, and he will sustain ; he will never permit the righteous to be moved."- Pslams 55:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us,-whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him."- 1 John 5:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥What if I don't get in again? How am I going to deal with the disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."- Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Make my day again? Help me get through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5ZXcPxg-2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/nC-Up8wLVNw/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5ZXcPxg-2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/nC-Up8wLVNw/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446636942133361506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reach of Your fame, the power in Your name. Your glory surrounds me. It's over my head... It's over my head."- Over My Head, Starfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-406436941676691429?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/406436941676691429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=406436941676691429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/406436941676691429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/406436941676691429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-received-my-set-piece-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5ZXcPxg-2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/nC-Up8wLVNw/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1871981053921470808</id><published>2010-03-08T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:05:21.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keeping the faith alive. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week has passed, and my audition's this Monday. SOTA hasn't sent me the set piece, which was supposed to have been sent out last week. Now I only have less than one week to practise it. And the thing is that the set piece is very important cos it is from there that the panelists judge your standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure God has His reasons for allowing things to happen, and He knows how crushed I was the last time I didn't get in. But I guess as long as I continue having faith, things will go fine. But sometimes even keeping that mutual trust is a challenge. Anyways, I'll try my best, and I know He will too. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could I talk to You?&lt;br /&gt;Are You listening?&lt;br /&gt;Would You let me ask the questions&lt;br /&gt;That burn inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;I am reaching out&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on&lt;br /&gt;Feel like one of Your affections&lt;br /&gt;But not quite like I belong&lt;br /&gt;Like I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am numb today&lt;br /&gt;Everything's a blur&lt;br /&gt;I've seen too much to deny&lt;br /&gt;Too little to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Like a prodigal&lt;br /&gt;Like a distant son&lt;br /&gt;I can see You from a distance&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too ashamed to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will You see me through this valley?&lt;br /&gt;Will You hold my outstretched hands?&lt;br /&gt;As the world caves in around me&lt;br /&gt;Will You help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand, help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to fall&lt;br /&gt;Scared to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Am I losing to the cynic&lt;br /&gt;After running for so long?&lt;br /&gt;There's a child in me&lt;br /&gt;Lost in mystery&lt;br /&gt;But it's buried underneath the earth&lt;br /&gt;Longing to be free"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Outstretched Hands&lt;/span&gt;, Starfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5USGcEr8lI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PNOv_N_9HFE/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5USGcEr8lI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PNOv_N_9HFE/s400/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279226198848082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5USGLmfGWI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B9ovvJM1DaE/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5USGLmfGWI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B9ovvJM1DaE/s400/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279221777209698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5USFummRLI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/zTbQM9SLHhY/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5USFummRLI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/zTbQM9SLHhY/s400/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279213993051314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1871981053921470808?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1871981053921470808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1871981053921470808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1871981053921470808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1871981053921470808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/keeping-faith-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S5USGcEr8lI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PNOv_N_9HFE/s72-c/DSC00659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3602725242499754620</id><published>2010-03-04T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:59:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Like a child I'll take You at Your word. As these mountains of doubt, they fade away, I'm longing to trust and love You more... Can I stay here forever, here with you?"- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can I Stay Here Forever&lt;/span&gt;, Starfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a late birthday present from Eunice today. For a while I actually thought that she forgot, but she didn't. Look at her with my present. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4-5A35fuqI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mRHa2fVLnJ0/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4-5A35fuqI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mRHa2fVLnJ0/s400/095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444773899170462370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Elly's birthday, and I haven't got her a present!&gt;.&lt; Nevermind, I'll go get her one tomorrow morning. She's been so nice to me, I better repay her kindness.:] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, there's cello practice tomorrow!^.^ Fridays have been the only days I can actually spend time playing the cello with my hectic schedule and all. No worries, once my audition's over I'll have the rest of the March school holidays to finally take a break and relax. Woots~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4-781TfBjI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8Cm195Aqjfo/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4-781TfBjI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8Cm195Aqjfo/s400/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444777128289568306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am alive in this moment, in this moment I am found. I am alive in this moment, in this moment I belong."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alive In This Moment&lt;/span&gt;, Starfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3602725242499754620?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3602725242499754620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3602725242499754620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3602725242499754620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3602725242499754620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-child-ill-take-you-at-your-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4-5A35fuqI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mRHa2fVLnJ0/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1156338488771035590</id><published>2010-03-01T21:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:13:16.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th Birthday, Eliana :D</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Eliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 7am this morning, I officially turned 13 years-old. Received a few birthday wishes right after midnight. Woke up at 5am before my alarm clock even rang, stayed in bed till around 5:20am. Left home around 5:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 7:10am. Jia Yi was the first to wish me happy birthday in class, and Jovi was the first to give me a present. After her, everyone started handing me their presents. It was also Dharumara's birthday, but many forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our whole class had to switch classrooms with a sec 4 class which is at the top floor. Haha, many of my girl classmates were looking forward to seeing cute sec 4 guys, LOL. XD When I was leaving my original classroom, Jerome handed me a birthday present. I was pretty shocked, but happy. First guy to give so me a gift for my birthday this year, who wants to be the second? :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, the whole class sang "Happy Birthday" for Dharumara and I. I was pretty touched by it all. Everyone in class is so nice to me, and I'm just so thankful. :] Lols, also found out that I'm the top scorer together with some other person for the English compos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, a group of us went to Pizza Hut to celebrate the occasion. Here are some photos. They don't include me cos I'm the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGHOm3dEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/okQI-urPvZU/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGHOm3dEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/okQI-urPvZU/s400/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443662402089874498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGG1DleNI/AAAAAAAAA1g/AnBtrKU8DnM/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGG1DleNI/AAAAAAAAA1g/AnBtrKU8DnM/s400/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443662395231008978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGGVX-ZmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/YWPrcgB1dSI/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGGVX-ZmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/YWPrcgB1dSI/s400/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443662386726594146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGGNjqMVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/XirhumHZDxc/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGGNjqMVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/XirhumHZDxc/s400/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443662384628117842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGF9H698I/AAAAAAAAA1I/q75dGpey7Us/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGF9H698I/AAAAAAAAA1I/q75dGpey7Us/s400/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443662380216809410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFGIdUwXI/AAAAAAAAA1A/9Gv2MlV81GM/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFGIdUwXI/AAAAAAAAA1A/9Gv2MlV81GM/s400/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443661283747742066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFFkWV2uI/AAAAAAAAA04/TuMZ7xBL_F0/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFFkWV2uI/AAAAAAAAA04/TuMZ7xBL_F0/s400/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443661274054777570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFFXLefhI/AAAAAAAAA0w/6brg7x5NsHU/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFFXLefhI/AAAAAAAAA0w/6brg7x5NsHU/s400/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443661270519545362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFE2VuJHI/AAAAAAAAA0o/PGQvf_iLoFo/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFE2VuJHI/AAAAAAAAA0o/PGQvf_iLoFo/s400/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443661261704143986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFEhNViHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/K0go0zBTrls/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vFEhNViHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/K0go0zBTrls/s400/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443661256031832178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, they were all acting cute.:P Aiya, but we all know who's the cutest of all... ME! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night , we had a steamboat dinner in church to sorta  celebrate the last night of Chinese New Year. The food was yummy!^.^ Joyce got me a small cake for my birthday, and Danielle, Joyce and Stacia had a little advance celebration for me and no one knew.:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKk0IMXXI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CUrFLHXW7YU/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKk0IMXXI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CUrFLHXW7YU/s400/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443667308424486258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKktyIx1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/SeYSsaXP1VY/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKktyIx1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/SeYSsaXP1VY/s400/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443667306721363794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKkLg1owI/AAAAAAAAA2A/fUxp_LdsR7U/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKkLg1owI/AAAAAAAAA2A/fUxp_LdsR7U/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443667297522000642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKjiEUuaI/AAAAAAAAA14/0yiOuRP-l4Y/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKjiEUuaI/AAAAAAAAA14/0yiOuRP-l4Y/s400/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443667286396549538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKi06HcmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/j6WvDdpwkjA/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vKi06HcmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/j6WvDdpwkjA/s400/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443667274274140770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our "celebration", we went to help clear and wash the dishes. Orielle had bought some spaklers and all the youth including some adults used them all up.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vMkc20KOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/e_PsVnTSxWs/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vMkc20KOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/e_PsVnTSxWs/s400/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443669501200836834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vZG2JrbhI/AAAAAAAAA3A/LvAgjjLOB1g/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vZG2JrbhI/AAAAAAAAA3A/LvAgjjLOB1g/s400/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443683286245928466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday to Eliana, Happy Birthday to you." :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1156338488771035590?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1156338488771035590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1156338488771035590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1156338488771035590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1156338488771035590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-eliana.html' title='Happy 13th Birthday, Eliana :D'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4vGHOm3dEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/okQI-urPvZU/s72-c/DSC00644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1517084335136235387</id><published>2010-02-25T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:17:02.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrusday, 25 February 2010</title><content type='html'>Pissed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fire drill in school today. Everything was pretty real, especially with the explosion, girls screaming and all. Haha, we could see everything from our classroom, it was so cool!:D We all had to assemble in the school field. Saw so many of my favorite seniors. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the field for like half an hour. It was really hot, and I think I just got darker another skin tone cos I forgot to put on sunblock this morning. No, and now my legs are unevenly tanned!&gt;.&lt; Anyways, the whole lower sec went to the hall after their "tanning session".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all given bottles of water and debriefed by our principal, but there was a lot of remaining time and the teachers were looking for entertainment for us. Miss Tambunan for some reason, thought of me. And kept asking me to go up to the grand piano and play a song or two for everyone. I refused and refused, but she persisted. And I still refused. Eventually, she gave up on asking me and some sec 2 guy volunteered. She looked pretty sad and disappointed though, it's pretty obvious she prefers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I gave for not playing was that I had mental blocks whenever I get nervous, and I'm sure Iris of all people can vouch for me. But I guess that isn't just the main reason, there are a whole lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that I had lacked the confidence? Why was I afraid that I'll humiliate myself among the whole lower sec? What was and still is wrong with me?!&gt;.&lt; I can't go on like this, I need to overcome my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I'm thinking of giving a piano recital at the Flipside after I've mastered my audition pieces. I know quite a number of my seniors and friends have been waiting for this day since the start of the year, and I'm finally giving it to them. Lols, Janice is going to be so excited when I tell her, she's been pestering me a lot lately to play for the school's lunch time concert! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4ZeM3QXH_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/_WGYp9RrSQo/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4ZeM3QXH_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/_WGYp9RrSQo/s400/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442140774807838706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're struggling with the difficulties of life and you just can't take it anymore... (-'_'-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4ZeNSbC39I/AAAAAAAAAzw/GXW-bvjMT6A/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4ZeNSbC39I/AAAAAAAAAzw/GXW-bvjMT6A/s400/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442140782100406226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't give up because you know that He and you're loved ones are right there for you! (◕‿◕✿)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1517084335136235387?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1517084335136235387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1517084335136235387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1517084335136235387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1517084335136235387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/pissed-at-myself.html' title='Thrusday, 25 February 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4ZeM3QXH_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/_WGYp9RrSQo/s72-c/DSC00613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4318400753859649110</id><published>2010-02-24T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:01:24.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Give and take..." But you're taking too much!&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to 演讲 in Chinese lesson today. Just like what my other classmates had done previously, I first introduced myself and then "taught" a 成语. After "teaching", my teacher opened up an "Ask the Teacher" session and let my friends ask me questions. Just like the typical cheeky Sec 1 girls my classmates are, I had friends started asking about Ben and asking whether they had a chance with him. =.= Lol, so I just answered he was only interested in girls from RGS and RJC. I was like thinking "Wah, you guys think you can date my brother so easily ah? You are very wrong then. Cos you're gonna have go through... ME!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Education for Life period today. The whole of the lower secondary went to the hall as usual. Can't believe our Mrs Yeo(principal) made us listen to Michael Jackson's "We Are The World".=.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway, when it was all over, everyone was released class by class. And when a few of the Sec 2 classes left, they left litter like a piece of rolled-up tissue paper. Mrs Yeo hinted to all the classes that were still in the hall to pick it up, but no one got the hint. When she hinted the second time, I got up from my sitting position and went to pick it up. My whole class and some others were cheering for me really loudly, and I was praised by Mrs Yeo. But when I picked up the tissue paper, I kinda forgot where the dustbin was and so I asked my classmates from where I was standing. Lol, and everyone started laughing.:P Later realised that the dustbin was actually outside the hall. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to class to take my bag and wait for Eunice, I got comments from people calling me "little girl" and saying I was super cute. Even Ambrose said I was cute... That was pretty shocking. :O Yeah, the remaining people who were still in class like Amirul, Joyce, Ambrose, Eunice, Nicholas Nan and Jeron were like laughing and chuckling. Congrats Eliana, you're officially known as "The Cute Little Girl" among the whole lower secondary now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Eunice after school today. She was a little down due to some problems she was having, and I was trying to a good friend. After all, it's the least I can do after all she's done for me.:] I tried comforting her, but I felt that my efforts were futile. I just didn't have the right words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I'm able to accept advice and encouragement but it is so hard for me to give them to others? I try my best to, but they're totally of no use. Maybe this is so because I'm afraid that others won't take what I have to say seriously. There are also many other reasons. I really want to help others, but it seems that I don't have that wisdom. Someone guide me? I just want to improve myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4Uvheqpf0I/AAAAAAAAAzg/4OSUcKGd-qM/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4Uvheqpf0I/AAAAAAAAAzg/4OSUcKGd-qM/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441807976961244994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I lift my friend up to you... I fear that I won't have the words he needs to hear. I pray for your wisdom Oh God, and a heart that's sincere. And Lord I lift my friend up to you."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prayer for a Friend&lt;/span&gt;, Casting Crowns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4318400753859649110?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4318400753859649110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4318400753859649110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4318400753859649110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4318400753859649110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-and-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4Uvheqpf0I/AAAAAAAAAzg/4OSUcKGd-qM/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4684323584718486881</id><published>2010-02-23T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:37:05.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll search till I get my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those times again where I'm just so confused. I truly have no idea what I'm fighting for anymore and whether I should continue fighting. Doubts fill me, and I'm asking myself questions like "Where's the proof?", "Are you sure of this?" and "Are you ready to put everything at stake?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not convinced, I have this hunch. Someone explain it all to me? I just don't get it. Then again, there's no use for the explanations of people. All I need is just solid proof. But where is it? Show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;prayer&lt;/span&gt;. Faith hasn't failed me yet, and I'm sure it won't fail me now. I'll pray about it and see what answer I get. I'll have to look for a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did things change so fast all of a sudden? Everything was going fine and I was contented for a period of time, but I just had to come across this. I should have known that things wouldn't be so easy, and there is more than just this. Stay focused and continue being patient, Eliana. You're sure to get your awaited answer.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in class during recess together with Eunice, Magdelyn, Nicholas Nan(only for a while), Aniq and Rahillah to do our literature projects. Eunice and I are in the same group. Rahillah went to the canteen to get us all sushi from the snack stall so we won't go hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all busy doing our work when some counselors(prefects) appeared at the corridor. We had a brief conversation with them, but I kept quiet most of the time all till I saw someone very familiar. Haha, it was a CO senior! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved out to him and he entered our classroom together with the other counselors. We both have a common interest which is disturbing Ambrose cos he's really irritating. I showed him where Ambrose sat and I told him what I did to him in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to my senior, I kinda took a second look at him. Then I was like thinking to myself "Eliana, this is plain wrong. He's your senior, how can you do this?!":P But oh my, he's actually pretty cute!♥ Then another guy counselor came in, and he's even cuter, AHHHH.♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, specifically before 23 February 2010, I always thought that all the cute seniors would never come from lower secondary. But I take back my words, there are from Sec 2!:P Too bad we have to face the sad fact that there is no hope for CHR Sec 1 guys. :( Oh well, we'll just have to look at guys from other schools then! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I don't really remember when I really started looking at guys. Shouldn't be too long ago. I only went to extremes when I entered Sec 1 and met people like Elly, Eunice and Magdelyn in class. Oh, better not get too obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make. I have a crush. I know it's not very obvious, but I really do have one. I'm not able to hide it anymore, and I think it's best that you all know. I won't lie, you can count that I'll be 100% honest. I love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4PNlPx1JdI/AAAAAAAAAzY/t5ho4afLRsk/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4PNlPx1JdI/AAAAAAAAAzY/t5ho4afLRsk/s400/random.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441418814568080850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano!♥(≧◡≦) Sorry cello, you're second.(╯_╰)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4684323584718486881?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4684323584718486881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4684323584718486881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4684323584718486881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4684323584718486881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-search-till-i-get-my-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4PNlPx1JdI/AAAAAAAAAzY/t5ho4afLRsk/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2387598793953974030</id><published>2010-02-22T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:25:34.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 February 2010</title><content type='html'>I need to work harder! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice was taking a look at the class birthday list today that my birthday was this coming Monday. Yup, so it's been confirmed that quite a number of people are going with me on my birthday after school probably to Pizza Hut to celebrate my birthday, YAY!:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had people like Mandy asking me what I wanted for my birthday present. I refused to answer her until she asked me what I wanted. Had no idea how she thought of an awesome gift, but yeah, she did. XD Someone teach me how tie a tie? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that I talked more to the guys in class today. I usually just keep quiet and talk to Eunice, but today was very different. Lol, then Ambrose and Eunice started saying that I have a crush on Luke just cos I said he was adorable. It's pretty obvious I don't.=.= Haha, I think they kinda forgot that I know who they both like.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA, I have mastered the art of braiding my own hair!:D It all started when I couldn't get to sleep on Saturday night. I got really bored so I started playing with my own hair. At the end of 20min, my hair had like 4 long, thin braids.:] Currently also reading up on how to tie different hairstyles. Isn't it just awesome when you have long hair? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues braiding hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4JrZGspLFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZrAnpSLPWdA/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4JrZGspLFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZrAnpSLPWdA/s400/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441029378855742546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it's true that I can't live without you... And I'm thinking two is better than one."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two Is Better Than One&lt;/span&gt;, Boys Like Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2387598793953974030?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2387598793953974030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2387598793953974030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2387598793953974030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2387598793953974030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-to-work-harder.html' title='22 February 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S4JrZGspLFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZrAnpSLPWdA/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-9130809275944724301</id><published>2010-02-19T16:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:55:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to defy gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was especially awesome today! :D So, the Minister of Education did come. Haha, his arrival was pretty grand. He had a chauffeur and two body guards who opened doors for him. And man, is he tall!XD Our "performance" was quite a success and everyone was happy. Especially Lina(cello senior/CO IC), cos she was kinda stressed out about the whole thing before it started. Oh yeah, and yesterday was her birthday. Better go get her a present.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to skip class all the way till after recess. As for most of my seniors who were in upper secondary, they got to skip class all the way till their second last period. They were mostly slacking up in the music room, WITH THE AIR-CON ON. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-way during science lesson, Miss Foo(vice-principal) called for those who were involved in the welcoming of the minister via the class speaker thingy. Everyone was told to go to the gallery. Miss Foo was like welcoming all of us, and when we entered the room, there was a buffet spread awaiting us!:] Yup, so my seniors and I shared a table and ate, ate and ate even more!:P While we eating and talking, Miss Foo placed a cheesecake in the middle of our table. She bought it specially for us at some hotel in Scotts Road. O.O But seriously, who cares? All that matters is that the cake was SUPER YUMMY!XD It was so yummy that I kept scraping the cheese from the plate it was on and eating it. One senior was like "Eliana, what are you doing?", and another replied "I think she's obsessed with the cake." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of comments I got from my seniors today.&lt;br /&gt;✿"You're seriously damn cute, you know? This is how you tear the plastic wrap on the sandwich."&lt;br /&gt;✿"Wah, your hair is so nice and long!"&lt;br /&gt;✿"Are you obsessed with the cake?"&lt;br /&gt;✿"Haha, you have to push the door to open it."&lt;br /&gt;✿"Can anot? If cannot, I'll help you."&lt;br /&gt;✿"Poor thing, you don't have enough space to put your plate down."&lt;br /&gt;✿"Must smile."&lt;br /&gt;✿"Wah, Sec 1 can perform for the minister already ah? Pro."&lt;br /&gt;✿"Be careful not to walk into the pillar ah? Ok, I think you better walk before me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what I mean by "my seniors treat me like a little kid"? Lol, you better.XD I really love CHR so much.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S35iAPVoJlI/AAAAAAAAAyY/p5zqKX79lyQ/s1600-h/white+tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S35iAPVoJlI/AAAAAAAAAyY/p5zqKX79lyQ/s400/white+tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439893156166903378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-9130809275944724301?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9130809275944724301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=9130809275944724301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9130809275944724301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9130809275944724301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-to-defy-gravity.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S35iAPVoJlI/AAAAAAAAAyY/p5zqKX79lyQ/s72-c/white+tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1235729057359633667</id><published>2010-02-18T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:56:40.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 February 2010</title><content type='html'>Being weird is what makes us unique and interesting!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had extra CO practice today after school. The Minister of Education's visiting CHR tomorrow and the CO is playing the biggest part of welcoming him. Plus, I'm the only Sec 1 "performing". Cool, right? ^.^ What's even cooler is that I won't be having lesson all the way till after recess, YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Stacia's house on Tuesday for CNY. Had a great time as usual, especially enjoyed the games. Here are some pictures. Credit goes to Linus for being such an awesome camera man.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31A518JXHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/C60DbUI1rUc/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31A518JXHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/C60DbUI1rUc/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439575287409499250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orielle, Danielle and me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31A5WRWeDI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4A3jVIUrzR4/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31A5WRWeDI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4A3jVIUrzR4/s400/31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439575278908504114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldfishes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31A6FJaBSI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eqRoSHIYVM8/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31A6FJaBSI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eqRoSHIYVM8/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439575291491648802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I need to learn how to smile. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31AtWxtBLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/UiTDkPUFIpY/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31AtWxtBLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/UiTDkPUFIpY/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439575072885769394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and I are discussing our evil plan for world denomination. Lol, joking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31AtOYbfII/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OnPglMP5uhI/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31AtOYbfII/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OnPglMP5uhI/s400/24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439575070632279170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's day-dreaming. Weeeee! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31AuGrYtfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vD58RiNYAA4/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31AuGrYtfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vD58RiNYAA4/s400/27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439575085744174578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually reading a book before that. Suddenly Stacia pushed it down, I looked up and before I knew it, Linus took this picture of me. I guess it isn't that bad, right? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how my CO seniors treat me like a little kid! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1235729057359633667?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1235729057359633667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1235729057359633667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1235729057359633667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1235729057359633667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/18-february-2010.html' title='18 February 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S31A518JXHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/C60DbUI1rUc/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2477457686415908063</id><published>2010-02-17T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:02:20.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouraged'/><title type='text'>17 February 2010</title><content type='html'>“Have faith that whatever you ask for in prayer is already granted you, and you will find that it will be.” (Mark 11:24.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing my daily devotion last night before going to sleep, and there was this really interesting story I read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my little son was about ten years of age, his grandmother promised him a stamp album for Christmas. Christmas came, but no stamp album, and no word from grandmother. The matter, however, was not mentioned; but when his playmates came to see his Christmas presents, I was astonished, after he had named over this and that as gifts received, to hear him add, “And a stamp album from Grandmother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard it several times, when I called him to me, and said, “But, Georgie, you did not get an album from your grandmother. Why do you say so?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a wondering look on his face, as if he thought it strange that I should ask such a question, and he replied, “Well, Mamma, Grandma said, so it is the same as.” I could not say a word to check his faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month went by, and nothing was heard from the album. Finally, one day, I said, to test his faith, and really wondering in my heart why the album had not been sent, “Well, Georgie, I think Grandma has forgotten her promise.” “Oh, no, Mamma,” he quickly and firmly said, “she hasn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the dear, trusting face, which, for a while, looked very sober, as if debating the possibilities I had suggested. Finally a bright light passed over it, and he said, “Mamma, do you think it would do any good if I should write to her thanking her for the album?” “I do not know,” I said, “but you might try it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich spiritual truth began to dawn upon me. In a few minutes a letter was prepared and committed to the mail, and he went off whistling his confidence in his grandma. In just a short time a letter came, saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My dear Georgie: I have not forgotten my promise to you, of an album. I tried to get such a book as you desired, but could not get the sort you wanted; so I sent on to New York. It did not get here till after Christmas, and it was still not right, so I sent for another, and as it has not come as yet, I send you three dollars to get one in Chicago. Your loving grandma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he read the letter, his face was the face of a victor. “Now, mamma, didn’t I tell you?” came from the depths of a heart that never doubted, that, “Against hope, believed in hope” that the stamp album would come. While he was trusting, grandma was working, and in due season faith became sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is from the book "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Streams in the Deser&lt;/span&gt;t" by L.B Cowman. Wasn't it it nice?^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only human to want to see before we step out on the promises of God. But yet Jesus said to Thomas "...Blessed are those who have not seen and yet believed."(John 20:29) God is able to do great things in our lives, but only if we allow Him to. All it takes is that first step of faith.(◕‿-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3vIpYpUO_I/AAAAAAAAAxA/rU26XfxfEI8/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3vIpYpUO_I/AAAAAAAAAxA/rU26XfxfEI8/s400/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439161588295941106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember Your promises to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2477457686415908063?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2477457686415908063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2477457686415908063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2477457686415908063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2477457686415908063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-faith-that-whatever-you-ask-for-in.html' title='17 February 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3vIpYpUO_I/AAAAAAAAAxA/rU26XfxfEI8/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4839140588408849513</id><published>2010-02-16T19:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:01:54.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes to self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><title type='text'>Notes to self...</title><content type='html'>Take me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes to self:&lt;br /&gt;❁Stop taking up responsibilities and challenges, you have limited time.&lt;br /&gt;❁Make godly decisions as far as possible. &lt;br /&gt;❁Get rid of those "parasites", they're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;❁Never put your trust in people.&lt;br /&gt;❁Don't let anyone be a top priority.&lt;br /&gt;❁Constantly improve yourself.&lt;br /&gt;❁Stop getting distracted, focus.&lt;br /&gt;❁Sleep earlier, only then will you have sufficient energy throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;❁Learn from the mistakes of others and your own.&lt;br /&gt;❁Work hard towards achieving your dreams. Never let others be a barrier.&lt;br /&gt;❁Don't get attached to people, expect disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;❁Never let others take advantage of your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;❁Stop waiting, nothing's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;❁Competition? Forget it. You're not gonna win anyway. Besides, it's not worth your precious time.&lt;br /&gt;❁Learn to discipline yourself.&lt;br /&gt;❁The only one who will always there for you is Him. Forget about everyone and anything else.&lt;br /&gt;❁Never let anything or anyone get you upset, be strong.&lt;br /&gt;❁Choose your friends carefully.&lt;br /&gt;❁Stop downplaying yourself, you're better than that.&lt;br /&gt;❁Don't always think you're no good, have more faith in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;❁Never let others make a fool out of you.&lt;br /&gt;❁Be more cautious of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;❁Don't let your hopes get too high.&lt;br /&gt;❁Prove yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3qULQ2r87I/AAAAAAAAAww/7ArM5jYBaWo/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3qULQ2r87I/AAAAAAAAAww/7ArM5jYBaWo/s400/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438822421227107250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4839140588408849513?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4839140588408849513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4839140588408849513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4839140588408849513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4839140588408849513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/notes-to-self.html' title='Notes to self...'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3qULQ2r87I/AAAAAAAAAww/7ArM5jYBaWo/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6814232356919087773</id><published>2010-02-15T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:22:20.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2010 Part 2</title><content type='html'>"It's not supposed to feel this way... It's not supposed to hurt this way..."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;, Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my relatives last night was good! :D As usual, everyone enjoyed my Grandaunts' cooking and got to catch up with one another. Uncle Lawrence and family weren't at the reunion dinner at my house, so I only got to see them yesterday. Wah, Emma(cousin) is my height, and she's 2 years younger than me! &gt;.&lt; Yup, and lots of lost long relatives showed up. Auntie Elaine was quite surprised to find out I played the cello in my school's Chinese Orchestra, and I found out that Emma played the violin. Haha, and quite a number of people couldn't resist touching my hair.:P Yesh, I know my hair's nice and long. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home last night, I immediately locked myself in my room and turned off the lights. I lied down on  my bed and listened to some music. I thought about lots of stuff. I only got up from bed and prepared to go to sleep after about an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nightmares returned last night. These one's were totally different this time, they were about something else. Could it be that my fears might come true? I'm scared. It seems that whenever I think about a problem for a really long period of time, it appears in my dreams at night. Scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how music can totally change a way a person feels and sometimes even thinks. All I did was listen to a whole lot of Avril Lavigne's music yesterday, and I went into deep thought. Lols. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The day you slipped away was the day I found it won't be the same..."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slipped Away&lt;/span&gt;, Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3jXcphXNAI/AAAAAAAAAwo/oS_fk9KQl2U/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3jXcphXNAI/AAAAAAAAAwo/oS_fk9KQl2U/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438333437231969282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6814232356919087773?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6814232356919087773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6814232356919087773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6814232356919087773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6814232356919087773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-supposed-to-feel-this-way.html' title='CNY 2010 Part 2'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3jXcphXNAI/AAAAAAAAAwo/oS_fk9KQl2U/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1613406555267713319</id><published>2010-02-14T12:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:28:39.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V'day Workshop/ CNY 2010</title><content type='html'>"Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart." -Pslams 37:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day everyone!:D Reunion was at my house yesterday night. My relatives were like telling me I grew a lot taller.:P We had steamboat and pizza from Pizza Hut.^.^ I played my guzheng, piano and cello as requested by the others. More people were attracted to my cello though. Haha, it's only natural.:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to my Grandaunts' house for dinner tonight. I'm sure everyone will have a blast.:D Ok, maybe just the adults. I'll be prepared with a book just in case. Hmm... I think I'll go read some poetry or something. Any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my Friday night making wrapping Hershey Kisses in crepe papers as V'day gifts for the youth in church. Slept pretty late, but it was all worth it. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEj9avm8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/I836FNuTIe0/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEj9avm8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/I836FNuTIe0/s400/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960828390185922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hershey soldiers!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEjvoCR9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/NRcBtnK4UaY/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEjvoCR9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/NRcBtnK4UaY/s400/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960824687839186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big kiss for Y-O-U! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEjARltaI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6WLPC8jGuiE/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEjARltaI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6WLPC8jGuiE/s400/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960811977225634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First successfully wrapped gift. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEi4my91I/AAAAAAAAAwI/afCjUmM0Vt8/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEi4my91I/AAAAAAAAAwI/afCjUmM0Vt8/s400/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960809918691154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O It's already 11:04:50 pm. Zzzz, soooo tired. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEism7CYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/MgJmGgtFTGo/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEism7CYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/MgJmGgtFTGo/s400/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960806697994626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEN-ePCJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ZDqROyIrQA4/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEN-ePCJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ZDqROyIrQA4/s400/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960450716141714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eENu2NSKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/caHwSFJMI5E/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eENu2NSKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/caHwSFJMI5E/s400/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960446521723042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this verse very appropriate for the occasion. I've read it over again and again that I think I've already memorized it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eENUOLkpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/G-J4Ov_yJMM/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eENUOLkpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/G-J4Ov_yJMM/s400/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960439374516882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backsides. LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEM2FeZCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/UyCdYMeP77E/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEM2FeZCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/UyCdYMeP77E/s400/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960431284937762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEMlRbPII/AAAAAAAAAvY/uD3LuLcB8zg/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEMlRbPII/AAAAAAAAAvY/uD3LuLcB8zg/s400/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437960426771659906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eDwkGtuoI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZMPDAhJUp-g/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eDwkGtuoI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZMPDAhJUp-g/s400/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437959945421961858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low-5. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eDwSgtQJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YV0u7sltHQM/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eDwSgtQJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YV0u7sltHQM/s400/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437959940699144338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this one's a little blur cos of the light's reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eDwCTu9TI/AAAAAAAAAuw/P1qxhOkMKY4/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eDwCTu9TI/AAAAAAAAAuw/P1qxhOkMKY4/s400/D&lt;br /&gt;SC00610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437959936349762866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed. Goodnight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts turned out pretty nice, right? ^.^ Everyone in church seemed happy with what they got. They'd better be, I put so much effort into the gifts. &gt;.&lt; Anyways, it was really fun. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone!^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1613406555267713319?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1613406555267713319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1613406555267713319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1613406555267713319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1613406555267713319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vday-workshop-cny-2010.html' title='V&apos;day Workshop/ CNY 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3eEj9avm8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/I836FNuTIe0/s72-c/DSC00593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6665224918619692350</id><published>2010-02-11T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:41:01.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've just got to love my seniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CO practice today after school. While waiting for the instructor to come, everyone slacked around the music room. Miss Chan(my music teacher) was there rehearsing some musical item with some of my CO seniors. When she saw me the first thing she said was "Eliana, you still owe me your music journal." Of course she wasn't all that fierce about it, she just said it casually. Haha, I'm one of her special students cos I'm the music representative.:D Anyways, after talking about music to my seniors, she started talking to them about how I am in class. She was like saying "You know my Eliana ah, she is very cute in class. She looks as if she's daydreaming, then when I call her name, she looks at me like blur-blur. So cute right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit I do act like that, but I do not daydream though I look blur at times. I have no idea why I give people such an impression, this isn't the first time either. Everywhere I go, be it church or school, people always tell me this. I am not a blur 'sotong'! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back for CNY to my primary school together with some ex-classmates like Jonas and Xue Ying. I'll prbably be the latest one among all of them cos my school is the furthest. We might be having lunch or something afterwards. I'm sure it'll be a great reunion! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow's also the last school day of the week before Valentine's Day, I'm giving out chocolates to the teachers everyone in class!:D Just love giving stuff to people and seeing them happy, cos it makes me happy too.^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3QW3AgDVYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lzVPfuGGIus/s1600-h/80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3QW3AgDVYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lzVPfuGGIus/s400/80.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436995784426083714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus looked at him and loved him. ‘One thing you lack,’ he said. ‘Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.’ ” -Mark 10: 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6665224918619692350?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6665224918619692350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6665224918619692350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6665224918619692350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6665224918619692350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/youve-just-got-to-love-my-seniors.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3QW3AgDVYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lzVPfuGGIus/s72-c/80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6014135771506680545</id><published>2010-02-10T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:04:14.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, February 10, 2010</title><content type='html'>Touch my hair and I'll break your leg. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a drill half-way during mother tongue period today. All the classes assembled in the field, and the sun was shining really brightly. Yi Tian, Joyce, Mandy and me were talking mostly to each other. Lols, it seemed that I stepped on Mandy's foot every time I took a step back, and she kept playing around with my hair. XD And I do realise I've been combing and touching my hair REALLY often these few days... O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's only in a few days time, YIPEE! ^.^ Going to my Grand aunts' house for reunion dinner. I love my Grand aunts' cooking cos their dishes are always so yummy. :D Wah, I remember how when I was like 5 years-old and they would dote on me and cook for me specially. But they haven't been paying much attention to me ever since my two younger cousins, Emma and Constance, came about. No fair, I used to be the youngest and the cutest!&gt;.&lt; It's alright, I'm contented as I get my hong baos. Just kidding.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Ben's not going to be back for CNY. Sigh, it's not going to be the same without him. :[ Hey, maybe I should go have a video conversation with him during the event itself!:D O.O Wow, Rachel's having an exam on CNY. I don't really know what to say about that. Er... Gambatte, Raichu!XD&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's important to improve oneself. How do we improve? We face and overcome challenges, and that's where growth starts. But at times, these challenges are seem just too big for us to overcome and we think that we won't make it. Further more, people around us try to discourage us with their negative comments and remarks. It's crucial that we don't give up though. We just need to work hard and have faith in ourselves and Him. Because with great determination and faith, we can beat the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's so nice to have someone who you know will never leave you. He's always there to welcome you when you come back from school even if he's really sleepy and there to let you hug him. He's super cute and all girls are attracted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it's the one and only BROWNIE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcPyoMzJI/AAAAAAAAAug/RYW5vWz6cI8/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcPyoMzJI/AAAAAAAAAug/RYW5vWz6cI8/s400/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436579495291964562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcPPEwY6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/jSPX9ClFYVk/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcPPEwY6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/jSPX9ClFYVk/s400/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436579485748061090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcOhqSOhI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1xHB5kVl038/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcOhqSOhI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1xHB5kVl038/s400/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436579473557436946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcN9Vai6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/SEcm-4MZf3o/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcN9Vai6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/SEcm-4MZf3o/s400/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436579463806225314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from school today so exhausted and he came and sat down next to me as I untied my shoelaces. I could tell he was tired too, but he still made an effort to welcome me. I gave him a big, great hug and said "Thank you for being such an awesome dog!" out loud.:D He's truly A-W-E-S-O-M-E. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't need(and don't want) a boyfriend! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6014135771506680545?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6014135771506680545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6014135771506680545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6014135771506680545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6014135771506680545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-february-10-2010.html' title='Wednesday, February 10, 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3KcPyoMzJI/AAAAAAAAAug/RYW5vWz6cI8/s72-c/DSC00592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-9172301606831641590</id><published>2010-02-09T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:07:18.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, February 09, 2010</title><content type='html'>"The LORD is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear?"- Pslam 27:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight from school today. After a bath and lunch, I immediately started with my piano practice. Actually quite surprised at myself cos I really stuck with my plan. Now if only I was this determined in everything I do, I wouldn't be where I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to spend more time with God. I'm starting to feel that my daily morning and night quiet time is not enough. So right now, at any point of the day that I'm free, I just take out either my bible or my memory verse pack and start reading or memorizing. Just like how I stuck with practicing my piano harder, I hope I stick with this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Literature in class today and Mr Issac passed us back our test papers. I got second in class.:[ I know many of my classmates would have been happy to have gotten my score, but I'm not contented with my results. The thing is that I didn't even study for the test cos I forgot about it. :P Magdelyn got first in class, and I bet she studied. Literature's my best subject and someone beat me at it. I don't really like being second at a lot of things, and that's why I work hard. Sigh, but I didn't work hard this time. So pissed with myself.&gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it seems that I blog almost everyday except on Fridays. XD Guess it's cos I'm always in deep thought, and I just need to express my thoughts. I like thinking about stuff cos I feel that it somehow "prepares me for the future". It's alright if you feel that I'm not making any sense. :P Most of the time I can't even be bothered with who reads my blog, as long as I get my say. XD Hmm, need to start taking more photos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3FdgJ0WhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8LgJe45d4Cw/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3FdgJ0WhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8LgJe45d4Cw/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436229032185595058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."- Philipians 4:19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-9172301606831641590?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9172301606831641590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=9172301606831641590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9172301606831641590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9172301606831641590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/lord-is-my-light-and-my-salvation-whom.html' title='Tuesday, February 09, 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3FdgJ0WhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8LgJe45d4Cw/s72-c/DSC00391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-9124662260566657567</id><published>2010-02-08T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:39:28.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, February 08, 2010</title><content type='html'>"But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles&lt;/span&gt;; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."&lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the school library to photocopy Beethoven's 'Pathetique' today during recess. The price was much cheaper than photocopying outside, and with better service too. Talked more to the librarian and she suggested I took 'O'level music cos she noticed that I was always borrowing music scores from the school library. Haha, it seems that everyone around me has noticed my interest for music eventhough it's not really that obvious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I practiced 'Pathetique'. Mainly focused on the right hand part cos it was easier. Yeah, and while I was sight-reading it, I realised that I should probably go and practice the Debussy piece first, just to secure my it as my first audition piece. I guess I was just to excited to play it.XD Well, maybe more like cos I'm worried I won't be able to master the piece in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my worries, I've specially allocated time to practice the piano everyday. I know I've been doing that all the while, but this is different. I mean that I'm not going to let myself practice at any time of the day for any period of time, everything's set. I really want to get into SOTA, and that's why I'm working harder than I've ever worked before. This means spending less time with friends after school, or no time at all, putting music before my studies(I still complete my homework) and praying really REALLY hard. Because ultimately, it's His decision and His will. And right now, I just want to leave it all to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3AfYICNHGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/N0bs1nPi4Bo/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3AfYICNHGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/N0bs1nPi4Bo/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435879249570241634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;with God all things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;are possible&lt;/span&gt;.” -Matthew 19:26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-9124662260566657567?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9124662260566657567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=9124662260566657567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9124662260566657567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9124662260566657567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-those-who-hope-in-lord-will-renew.html' title='Monday, February 08, 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S3AfYICNHGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/N0bs1nPi4Bo/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6925005664963971447</id><published>2010-02-07T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:14:53.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, February 07, 2010</title><content type='html'>Everything's just great and just I'm so thankful. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano lesson today. It's been moved to Sunday cos I have CCA on Fridays. Saw Iris' usual guests, Sophraine &amp; Oliver, as usual. Brought my cello along cos I needed some of Iris' help with it, like pasting the fingering stickers. We were talking casually(as always) while she was helping me tune it properly, and I learned a lot of interesting and useful tips from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she listened to me play my audition piece and she was happy because I had improved. And when she's happy, I'm happy. ^.^ She finished up the remaining parts of the piece with me, and voilà, I've finished learning the piece! Yay! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we decided on my next audition piece. We mainly went through Beethoven sonatas. Yup, and I ended up choosing Pathetique!^.^ But cos the whole sonata is too long for me to play for the audition, I only need to learn and play the third movement. Many say Pathetique is a tough piece, but I'll work hard and do my best. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S27IcwkOEWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/CPqnzA50cuM/s1600-h/77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S27IcwkOEWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/CPqnzA50cuM/s400/77.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435502196681478498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S27KLL16iTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FjK1AQrypYU/s1600-h/78.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S27KLL16iTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FjK1AQrypYU/s400/78.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435504093789063474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this really cute kitty today at the lift landing today. It kept following me around and rubbing itself against my legs.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being so good to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6925005664963971447?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6925005664963971447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6925005664963971447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6925005664963971447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6925005664963971447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/everythings-just-great-and-just-im-so.html' title='Sunday, February 07, 2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S27IcwkOEWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/CPqnzA50cuM/s72-c/77.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-9024440802971282854</id><published>2010-02-06T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:12:15.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, February 06  2010</title><content type='html'>Teach me to forgive, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal for everyone to receive nasty remarks once in a while, and many choose to just shrug them off, like me.:] But we tend to react differently depending on who is the giver of the remark. For example, if the person who gave that nasty remark was someone you thought you could trust, someone you thought would never want to harm you, you'd be hurt right? Shrugging it off won't help much, cos whether you like it or not, that comment will leave a lasting memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the the bible teaches us to forgive, not to bear grudges. It's hard, but possible. Forgiving might not be a quick process, but forgiveness does come along eventually. Meanwhile, one needs to take it in stride and pray about it. "Help is just but a prayer away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things I learned from the whole of my daily devotional book last year was that we should always take challenges as opportunities to grow further. Have you ever realised that after doing something that seemed considerably hard for you at first once or twice, the next time seems to be much easier?(Learned that from CARE group.:P) So similarly, the more we face challenges, the stronger we grow. But don't get me wrong, we have to face these challenges with a positive spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S22FG01pPTI/AAAAAAAAAss/jU_i_i98_iU/s1600-h/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S22FG01pPTI/AAAAAAAAAss/jU_i_i98_iU/s400/76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435146677615410482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia You, Na Na! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-9024440802971282854?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9024440802971282854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=9024440802971282854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9024440802971282854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9024440802971282854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-february-06-2010.html' title='Saturday, February 06  2010'/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S22FG01pPTI/AAAAAAAAAss/jU_i_i98_iU/s72-c/76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2543287397755890843</id><published>2010-02-03T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:26:54.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"只要在你身边，我就省掉思念。"-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;新窩&lt;/span&gt;,飞轮海 ft. S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished painting my nails. Now they're shiny pink in colour!XD Yeah, so had a video chat with two people yesterday, Elly and er... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; else. And when Elly and I were talking about last night in class today, she kept saying I looked so sweet, cute and er... something else. I'm too shy say what it is. And everyone's been saying that, especially yesterday. &gt;.&lt; I guess it's nothing bad, just that it makes me feel weird. :X Moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a lot of Korean and Taiwanese pop music these few days. It all started with Elly loving Super Junior and telling Mandy, with me listening to their conversation. Then Mandy suddenly using Elly's phone everyday to send songs to her phone. Well, I've always liked Fahrenheit(飞轮海) cos Wu Zun is inside it, but I only listened to a few of their songs. But now, I am like really CRAZY over them. XD S.H.E isn't half bad too. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is that my audition's coming up and I shouldn't be listening to pop music, cos I really to expose myself to more classical so I'll be able to voice up my opinions better. Sigh, but Wu Zun sounds and looks so good. &gt;.&lt; I'll just have to try my best then. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought what Secondary 1 girls think and talk about? Haha, here's a list of stuff that some of my classmates and I think about while in school or with each other. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✰"Yay, Elly has "信我" in her phone leh, must turn on bluetooth now!" (Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Wah, that upper sec senior so hot sia...!" (Elly)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Like me anot? I very pretty right?!" (Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Eh, that guy's hair like Wu Zun's leh... But Wu Zun still look better."(Me=Eliana)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Jeremy! Xiao Hong! Irfan! Erica!" (Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Theodore and his girlfriend from Alvin and the Chipmunks is so cute!"(Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;✰"She's hot like laksa, ... SHE'S HOT LIKE LAKSA!" (Magdelyn)&lt;br /&gt;✰"HIHIHI SEXY PEOPLEZ. Jerome, MY LADY'S MAN!" (Rahillah)&lt;br /&gt;✰"He super hot right? He also Malaysian leh, I everyday see him on the bus." (Elly)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Domo-kun! Luke really like me ah? Don't scare me leh Eliana!"(Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;✰"I'm married to my piano but I'm having an affair with my cello." (Me=Eliana)&lt;br /&gt;✰"You so pretty sia."(Elly)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Jeron knows that I like him already."(Amberle)&lt;br /&gt;✰"I told you so,____! Even teacher say you very __ leh! Still don't believe." (Jovi)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Hashbrown! Hashbrown!" (Kimberlyn)&lt;br /&gt;✰"I'll pay you $1 for your hashbrown!" (Jamie)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Which guy do you think is the most handsome in class?" (Eunice, Elly, Yi Tian)&lt;br /&gt;✰"He very handsome right?"(Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;✰"Eliana lend me your phone leh. I want some things from it." (Mandy)&lt;br /&gt;✰"我为什么会这样呢? 不可能的。"(Eliana=Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from this list we can conclude that guys are the favourite topic of Sec 1 girls. XD To tell the truth, they're one of mine too... Cos I'm always talking and thinking about Wu Zun! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"我不想舍得，不想懂得。。。"- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;不想懂得&lt;/span&gt;, 張韶涵&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2543287397755890843?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2543287397755890843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2543287397755890843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2543287397755890843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2543287397755890843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/fahrenheit-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2222071437872678426</id><published>2010-02-02T18:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:35:16.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just so you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight from school to the civics center opposite Causeway Point with Elly today. We were gonna wait there for Eunice and Yi Tian as they went home to get the laptops for our group work research thingy, but we ended up having lunch at Macdonald's with a gigantic group of people from class. When the two arrived, we all went up to the library to do our work then we had a photo taking session when it was all over. Here's a picture of my group.^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gpMb2JxmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/DlzKewukdkc/s1600-h/DnT+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gpMb2JxmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/DlzKewukdkc/s400/DnT+group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433638244032562786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I did go to the Marina Barrage yesterday with my class yesterday. So here are some of the pictures I took. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gY3CstvHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MvGCdJj40Aw/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gY3CstvHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MvGCdJj40Aw/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433620284318792818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gYztzRBII/AAAAAAAAAsU/vWGN6ONcDjI/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gYztzRBII/AAAAAAAAAsU/vWGN6ONcDjI/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433620227169518722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gYzNxMvwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ihttYCSZX-k/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gWAcK9YCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/m4G5P8aevHw/s400/75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433617147240472610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no pictures of me, just my classmates. :P Overall, I had a great time and I would love to make my third visit to the Marina Barrage sometime soon maybe to have a picnic or look at the clouds with some friends. ^.^ I don't mind going there for my birthday though. That reminds me,it's is in 27 days! O.O I'm growing older. &gt;.&lt; Anyway, I'm sure you guys know what to do... RIGHT?!XD Hehe, just kdding.:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2222071437872678426?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2222071437872678426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2222071437872678426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2222071437872678426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2222071437872678426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-so-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2gpMb2JxmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/DlzKewukdkc/s72-c/DnT+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5994647192242290209</id><published>2010-02-01T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:48:31.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must I be sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I miss Ben. He might not be coming back this year. And even if he does, it's only for one or two weeks tops. I guess he'll be busy with his new job and everything, so he can't spend too long in Singapore. But I miss him so much, can't he come back for me? Too bad he really can't. Cheer up, Eliana. He only has about 1-2 years left there. Let's just hope he doesn't stay in London forever cos of his high-paying job. That's it, if I can't get Ben to come back, I'll just go to him!^.^ Easier said than done though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to sleep these few days. I've had a lot on my mind, and I'm just wondering what to do. There are so many decisions to be made, so many choices. But will I make the right ones? I can barely deal with my own emotions. I'm afraid. AH, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to quote a chapter from the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High &lt;br /&gt;       will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, &lt;br /&gt;       my God, in whom I trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare &lt;br /&gt;       and from the deadly pestilence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 He will cover you with his feathers, &lt;br /&gt;       and under his wings you will find refuge; &lt;br /&gt;       his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 You will not fear the terror of night, &lt;br /&gt;       nor the arrow that flies by day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, &lt;br /&gt;       nor the plague that destroys at midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 A thousand may fall at your side, &lt;br /&gt;       ten thousand at your right hand, &lt;br /&gt;       but it will not come near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 You will only observe with your eyes &lt;br /&gt;       and see the punishment of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 If you make the Most High your dwelling— &lt;br /&gt;       even the LORD, who is my refuge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 then no harm will befall you, &lt;br /&gt;       no disaster will come near your tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 For he will command his angels concerning you &lt;br /&gt;       to guard you in all your ways;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 they will lift you up in their hands, &lt;br /&gt;       so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; &lt;br /&gt;       you will trample the great lion and the serpent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; &lt;br /&gt;       I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him; &lt;br /&gt;       I will be with him in trouble, &lt;br /&gt;       I will deliver him and honor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 With long life will I satisfy him &lt;br /&gt;       and show him my salvation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it such a beautiful chapter? Seeking encouragement from the bible isn't a bad idea. Just need to keep this in mind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will cover you with his feathers, &lt;br /&gt;       and under his wings you will find refuge; &lt;br /&gt;       his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart." Psalm 91:4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5994647192242290209?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5994647192242290209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5994647192242290209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5994647192242290209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5994647192242290209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/02/must-i-be-sad-sigh-i-miss-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7900211263648810924</id><published>2010-01-31T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:54:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised this morning while having breakfast that today's the last day of January and by tomorrow, it'll be the first day of February. My audition is on 15 March, which means I have about 1 month and 15 days more to master my piano pieces. That isn't much time cos I still have a lot more to brush up on. And now with the cello... You get my point. I remember how much I cried when I didn't get in the last time, so I'm gonna be at my best this time. Just really need to focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a field trip to the Marina Barrage with the class tomorrow. Yay!^.^ Though it it won't be my first time there, I know I'm still gonna have lots of fun. Ah, but i'm gonna be home late. Then I'll still have to do my homework and then practise piano...&gt;.&lt; Jia You Eliana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to practise piano~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7900211263648810924?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7900211263648810924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7900211263648810924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7900211263648810924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7900211263648810924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/running-out-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5174797149990100474</id><published>2010-01-28T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:24:17.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear cello... I really love you, but do you really HAVE to cause me so much pain? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are aching, they hurt so bad. The skin at the tip of my fingers are hardening, the skin at my palm area peeling. Does this happen to all cellists? Is pain part of becoming a fine musician? Ah, the it's killing me. Everything is so sore. Help me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I play, all the pain seems to flutter away. I'm suddenly caught up in the music, and I couldn't really care less about how much my hands are aching. The nice vibrations are soothing, they make really rich sounds. Playing the cello makes me happy. And if I really have to go through so much pain... Then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, who am I kidding? I AM DYING HERE. I have blisters and cuts, and my palm hurts a lot cos I had to push the C and D peg into the peg box really hard. I spent an hour just TUNING my cello today, and the process was a very long and very, VERY painful one. I tried holding ice in my hands, but it didn't seem to help much. Does anyone have any suggestions on how I can sooth the pain or make my hands better? Please help. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just moving my fingers aches, but I'm still blogging anyway. I wonder how I'm gonna eat tomorrow. Good thing I had dinner before cello practice just now, or I'll probably have suffered. Ah, and how am I gonna do work in class tomorrow? I'll just have to try my best. That reminds me, I need to return to school the really terrible cello, the pin can't even be extended!=.= At least I'll never have to bring it home ever again. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a cello stand. Taking my cello in and out of the case everyday is getting a little troublesome. Wanted to get one when I went to Music Essentials the other day, but it was out of stock. Nevermind, this isn't really one of my major issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to say that the new rosin is better than the one I dropped. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it makes my bow feel different in a good way. I shall continue to get the same brand of rosin in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2GcpuCy2kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7rSYSgk4oME/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2GcpuCy2kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7rSYSgk4oME/s400/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431794866133850690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no gain. I'll just have to pull through if I want to become a good cellist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5174797149990100474?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5174797149990100474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5174797149990100474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5174797149990100474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5174797149990100474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-cello.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S2GcpuCy2kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7rSYSgk4oME/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-987641077876527930</id><published>2010-01-26T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:07:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And when you fall apart, am I the reason for your endless sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really did get a cello on Sunday with Iris jie-jie after piano lesson. She managed to get her awesome cellist friend, Marilyn jie-jie, to help me with choosing my ideal cello. We went to the Gramercy at Tanjong Katong, not the new one at the Esplanade. I got everything I needed. Yup, and also changed the original strings on the cello to different and better ones cos they sounded pretty terrible.:P Shall we take a look at my A-W-E-S-O-M-E new cello? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BI_W7goI/AAAAAAAAAks/1N9h9bgz-JA/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BI_W7goI/AAAAAAAAAks/1N9h9bgz-JA/s400/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060929590297218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BInFUVkI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XimslN62RDo/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BInFUVkI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XimslN62RDo/s400/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060923073975874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BIPweHPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IGpMc22fULM/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BIPweHPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IGpMc22fULM/s400/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060916812520690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BH0cSVfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/f5KC39XbaDI/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BH0cSVfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/f5KC39XbaDI/s400/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060909480105458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AnS83OwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/unqOqo1THDI/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AnS83OwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/unqOqo1THDI/s400/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060350734121730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AnDaIMzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WMEJdFypIxM/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AnDaIMzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WMEJdFypIxM/s400/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060346561901362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AmpISVwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wxJiO_dSWUA/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AmpISVwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wxJiO_dSWUA/s400/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060339507746562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AmeCzyWI/AAAAAAAAAj0/b5wzBjIB0Sc/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18AmeCzyWI/AAAAAAAAAj0/b5wzBjIB0Sc/s400/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060336531982690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18Alx49rbI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4yr2Z7ddN9k/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18Alx49rbI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4yr2Z7ddN9k/s400/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431060324679527858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it AWESOME?! I told you so! XD Thank you Mummy. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip to the new SOTA with Mummy yesterday to sign up for the Talent Academy in March. Though the whole building isn't complete yet, it still looks pretty good. I don't know, but seeing the students there just makes me sad and depressed as I am reminded that I'm not one of them. But I know I'll do much better this time for my audition, all I need is faith in myself that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after going to SOTA, Mummy and I had our late lunch then we went to get some cello rosin at Music Essentials which is at Orchard, cos I accidentally dropped and broke my old one two days back. &gt;.&lt; The shop didn't have the same type of rosin, so I just made do with one of the rosins there. Looked around some more, and then I found a beginner's "guide book" to the cello and playing it. It was cheaper than most music books, so Mummy agreed to get it for me.:D Yesh, I AM A BEGINNER. &gt;.&lt; But anyways, now I'll be able to improve my playing much faster, which is really good. Once again, thanks Mummy. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me when I call your name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-987641077876527930?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/987641077876527930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=987641077876527930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/987641077876527930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/987641077876527930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-when-you-fall-apart-am-i-reason-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S18BI_W7goI/AAAAAAAAAks/1N9h9bgz-JA/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4861503983982829501</id><published>2010-01-23T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:12:11.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's it all worth in the end? Where am I heading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my second chapel session in CHR on Friday. Pastor Daniel is really cool and funny. :D I guess what I learn from chapel and daily devotion sharing in school is pretty useful and applicable. That's just one of the great things about being in a Christian school. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also finally got to bring home a borrowed cello from school on Friday. Had a hard time bringing it back, but i managed without breaking my arms.XD Checked it once i got home and found out that it was in pretty bad condition. Good thing I'm getting a new cello with Iris tomorrow after piano lesson, YAY! ^.^ I think we're going to Gramercy since she can get lots of discounts there and it's a great place to shop for instruments. Shall we view what I need to get tomorrow? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cello stopper&lt;br /&gt;-Cello case&lt;br /&gt;-Music stand (preferably the plastic type)&lt;br /&gt;-Rosin (Round type)&lt;br /&gt;-And most importantly... AN AWESOME CELLO! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need a tuner cos I already have one that I use for my guzheng. Haha, I'm so excited about getting my own cello! Firstly, won't need to bring the one I borrowed back and forth from school to home every Friday. Secondly, I'm sure my own cello would sound much better than the one from school. Thirdly, I'll have a new instrument added to my collection! Hahaha, happiness... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting up a brave front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4861503983982829501?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4861503983982829501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4861503983982829501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4861503983982829501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4861503983982829501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-it-all-worth-in-end-where-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-8846440253962673199</id><published>2010-01-19T18:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:36:22.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This, it overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy, Rachel, Kimberlyn and I were busy today taking photos together after school. It was so fun!=D We truly enjoyed ourselves doing silly poses and laughing at each other's photos. The others might not have realised it, but I think we all really bonded today. I hope we have a great day such as today often and we stay friends forever. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so here are the photos we took today. Enjoy!^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBbqNxIPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/gbNhujAXsp4/s1600-h/12.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBbqNxIPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/gbNhujAXsp4/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457606797664498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBbdTI6EI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sFWlqdJqEyc/s1600-h/11.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBbdTI6EI/AAAAAAAAAjE/sFWlqdJqEyc/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457603330533442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBVJpSp5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/jrKoJ-HzVRY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBVJpSp5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/jrKoJ-HzVRY/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457494975522706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBU3lpT4I/AAAAAAAAAis/17zKSGD0mBc/s1600-h/8.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBU3lpT4I/AAAAAAAAAis/17zKSGD0mBc/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457490128392066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBUo3t4RI/AAAAAAAAAik/4AXdMfWlgHM/s1600-h/6.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBUo3t4RI/AAAAAAAAAik/4AXdMfWlgHM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457486177657106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBKbIiEJI/AAAAAAAAAic/jr3hUZG6DvQ/s1600-h/5.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBKbIiEJI/AAAAAAAAAic/jr3hUZG6DvQ/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457310691397778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBKIq-BmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ckgm5OWxuCc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBKIq-BmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ckgm5OWxuCc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457305735562850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBJ58YNoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yvhoRkvf_2M/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBJ58YNoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yvhoRkvf_2M/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457301782050434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBJsmVGBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e9E47zKszNI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBJsmVGBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e9E47zKszNI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457298199910418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBJdMQ5bI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mFRaqJ1UlYs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBJdMQ5bI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mFRaqJ1UlYs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428457294064051634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nice pictures right?:D Haha, I know. :P I really think I'm gonna enjoy my time in CHR. Enjoy having great friends, funny teachers, cool seniors, nice school compound and the AWESOMENESS OF EVERYTHING! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XCww5r2lI/AAAAAAAAAjk/X2Irto0wdHA/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XCww5r2lI/AAAAAAAAAjk/X2Irto0wdHA/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428459068881361490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHR forever! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-8846440253962673199?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8846440253962673199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=8846440253962673199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8846440253962673199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8846440253962673199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-it-overwhelms-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1XBbqNxIPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/gbNhujAXsp4/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1491106916673223976</id><published>2010-01-18T18:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:07:59.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's those memories I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many of you might know that I don't really like looking at pictures of myself or even in the mirror. Well, if you didn't know that... Er, now you do. I'm alright with taking pictures, as long as I don't have to look at them. Anyways, I think I might have finally overcome my phobia! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so I'm gonna upload a number of photos of myself either with my friends or alone. This is for the enjoyment of all my readers and to put myself to the test. 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cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1Rc4wHwM3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/5Ur-7HGIuHk/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065580948140914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1Rc4uK6AeI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uXGVV02AT5c/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1Rc4uK6AeI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uXGVV02AT5c/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065580424495586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1Rc4W5RbHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/iYKQB_9AhLU/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1Rc4W5RbHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/iYKQB_9AhLU/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065574176517234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcvsN9swI/AAAAAAAAAg8/sUyKSMCDKlg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcehfSHSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KGJUSQW0F-k/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065130343701794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RceCWkAmI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cXcQxGlyaC4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RceCWkAmI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cXcQxGlyaC4/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065121985626722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcdiPINfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NI6TalJ5Ik4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcdiPINfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NI6TalJ5Ik4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065113364510194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcdSbR-nI/AAAAAAAAAfU/gntgqqqLIew/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcdSbR-nI/AAAAAAAAAfU/gntgqqqLIew/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065109120514674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcdOXdQ4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Li-LOiUN-_g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1RcdOXdQ4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Li-LOiUN-_g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428065108030735234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like the pictures? I know, they were pretty clear.:] I must give the credit to the three main photographers, Linus, Joyce and RACHEL.:D I wanna thank Rachel for taking the pictures that actually helped me overcome my phobia. This is for you from Singapore to the London, THANK YOU RACHEL FOR BEING SO AWESOME! I MISS YOU! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn how to smile properly. Lots of people have commented that I smile and laugh very often, that's also why they say I'm very cheerful. Ah, but somehow when I'm posing for the camera, my smile is... Er, not too nice. So I've been practicing in front of the mirror everyday.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any of you guys realise that in most of the photos I didn't have my spectacles on? Well that's cos I wear contact lenses now. I haven't started to wear them to school yet though. Wearing them tomorrow, and then totally switching from spectacles to contacts. Do I look younger with contacts? I know I do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards... A new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1491106916673223976?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1491106916673223976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1491106916673223976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1491106916673223976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1491106916673223976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-those-memories-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1Rc99YPljI/AAAAAAAAAh0/2C8c2xYSNGQ/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1026625827109306864</id><published>2010-01-16T20:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:10:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too busy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Sec 1 life was supposed to be fun and interesting. That hardly any stress was involved at all. I wanna be the best, but does it really have to be this hard? I shouldn't be complaining. Nevermind, it'll be alright. I just need to work harder, that's all.^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church as usual yesterday. Went to Linus house. Yup, the girls and I spent most of out our time there looking at the cuckoo clock and laughing at the guys. Then there was a church planning meeting, and we(youth) were asked to join in and contribute some ideas. It was in the mezzanine floor. Most of us sat at the corner, beside the window and the huge box soft toys. Danielle, Stacia and I got bored so we opened the box of toys and played around with its contents. I was pretty attracted to the tiger &amp; duck finger puppet, dolphin and some teddy bear with a shirt. Linus took pictures of me with some of soft toys. Lol, and Shawn accused me of acting cute for the camera. So what if I was... IS IT A CRIME?!&gt;.&lt; Anyway, I know I'm cute already. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also took some pictures of my own. Didn't take that many though, but I will try to next time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1LeLc5WcUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9OUV_Sw5-_I/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1LeLc5WcUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9OUV_Sw5-_I/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427644789251535170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little tiger finger puppet I found. :D Er... And my hand. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1LevqrDc4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/-YsYXvpJGVA/s1600-h/snow+leopard.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1LevqrDc4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/-YsYXvpJGVA/s320/snow+leopard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427645411424957314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute leopard. It actually lost an eye, that's why I took the picture from a side view. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't care, then why is it that I am even bothered? It doesn't make sense. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1026625827109306864?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1026625827109306864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1026625827109306864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1026625827109306864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1026625827109306864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-busy-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/S1LeLc5WcUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9OUV_Sw5-_I/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-9058302241688667372</id><published>2010-01-14T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:14:29.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first music lesson in CHR today. Haha, Ms Chan picked me to be music representative, MUAHAHAHA! XD Yay, was picked over Jovi. I guess it's cos i made a good impression the first time i met her. MeOw, music rep. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally gonna hold a cello tomorrow! ^.^ Yup, cos tomorrow's the first official CO practice. Hehe, I have a feeling we're gonna get to bring home a cello on our first day.:] LOL, I have a feeling that I'm going to spend LOTS of time on that over-sized violin. Was told by a senior today that when I lean it against my body, I might feel strong vibrations and get irritated by them. Don't think I will though, cos it sounds so awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Janice, Natalie and one of my CO seniors while boarding the bus going home today. Yeah, we all sat behind my "clique". Sat with Natalie, with Janice beside us and my CO senior standing. They were going to Pizza Hut for lunch(student meal) and invited me, but I didn't go with them cos I felt obliged to go with my classmates. In the end, I regretted not following them cos everyone didn't go home together...=.= It's not often that a group of seniors invites you to join them for lunch at PIZZA HUT. I should have gone out with them! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a a photo-taking session in school today, and everyone had to wear the school tie. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to tie one cos I've never worn a tie in my life before. At first, Mandy helped me out. But after she helped me twice, the tie still didn't look right. The Yi Tian gave me a hand too. She got it right, YAY FOR YI TIAN!XD Yeah, but just before I was gonna have my picture taken, the phtographer told me my tie didn't look too right. And his assistant helped me out in the end. =.= I still don't know how to tie a tie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the guys to have their pictures taken, the girls sat down. Was talking to Elly when Felicia suddenly dragged me to the back. She told me she had signed up to perform/dance at the Flip-Side for one of these Fridays after Chapel, and she wanted me to to accompany her on the piano. We can only perform when a piano is finally moved to the canteen though. Meanwhile, I need to look for scores and practice more. Nothing too hard, a little sight-reading should be fine I think. Another chance to perform. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want. To. Hug. Cello. NOW. o(≧o≦)o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-9058302241688667372?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9058302241688667372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=9058302241688667372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9058302241688667372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/9058302241688667372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4407854341771224446</id><published>2010-01-13T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:51:42.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's that weird feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first D&amp;T lesson in class today. Our teacher(Mdm Phoon) is super-duper nice, she's also in charge of The Girl's Brigade and Christian Fellowship. Yup, so we were just supposed to do some drawing(straight lines, "perfect" circles, pictures, etc.) today in class. Haha, got praised by Mdm Phoon for being able to draw well. :] The lesson lasted 2hrs and we also made a visit to the D&amp;T workshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying my best to do well for art. So I'm putting more effort into drawing in my sketchbook. Hoping Mr D will be pleased and give me a higher grade.XD Draw, draw, colour, colour, happy, happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my first music lesson tomorrow. Pretty much already know who's my music teacher. Yup, she's pretty nice. Need to score well for music so it will help pull up my weaker subjects like Maths.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished all my homework, mainly literature and Chinese. Yesh, yay. :D Currently listening to Debussy's preludes. Haha, they sound so cool. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday better be worth it or all the tiring and boring hours I spent in school and studying at home would be put to waste. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4407854341771224446?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4407854341771224446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4407854341771224446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4407854341771224446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4407854341771224446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-that-weird-feeling-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3078872129198393410</id><published>2010-01-12T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:37:34.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm actually studying... Like really STUDYING. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lessons on the "new" subjects today, Literature and Science. Let's see whether I can remember my teacher's names...=P For Literature we have Mr Issac Tan, or as we call him, Mr Issac. And for Science, I think it's Mr Seah. Aha, I remembered their names!XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, didn't study at all for these two subjects today, it was just mainly communication between us and the teacher. We(the class) had to self-introduce ourselves for Literature, stating our names, interests, aspirations, our target score for and whether we like the subject science. Yeah, so I just said I liked playing the piano and exposing myself to different kinds of music, that I wanted to possibly major in music theory or music when I was older, that I wanted an A2 for science and liked science. Mr Seah was really nice, he encouraged me to continually work hard at music and also that it was an that majoring in it was not a bad idea. ^.^Jamie said she wanted to be a pianist. Don't know why I'm so bothered by what she said though.&gt;.&lt; There wasn't enough time so not everyone in class got a chance to introduce themselves. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was pretty cool, I guess. Mr Issac was asking us what Literature meant was to us, and I have no idea why I raised up my hand. &gt;.&lt; Yeah, anyway, the answer he gave was pretty close to mine, so that's good. :]Mr Issac is pretty nice. Yep, then later he asked us to write our target score for literature and five things we wanted him to know on a piece of paper. So I wrote that I wanted an A2(Lol, aren't I ambitious?=P)and some stuff about me liking music and doing well/ working hard at a subject if my teacher's nice. Yesh, that was a hint. XD Haha, I think I'm gonna like Literature. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go get started on art. Mr D says that we at least need to create two pieces of art in our textbook every week. Need to tell myself that I like art or I'm just gonna totally flunk it... Don't think i will though. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Not. Screw. Up. Art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3078872129198393410?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3078872129198393410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3078872129198393410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3078872129198393410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3078872129198393410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-im-actually-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-85033332725821146</id><published>2010-01-11T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:29:49.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons started in school today. Had mainly PE(sorta), Geography, English and art. Art was awesome cos our main teacher is really friendly and relaxed. He's caucasian!:] He briefly told us about what we were gonna do during the year and then to see how creative we were... He asked us to draw a DOG. Er... I can't really draw that well, so I just drew some random fluffy dog. Surprisingly, both he and the other teacher were pretty impressed, LOL. XD I was actually afraid that I would flunk art, but with such awesome teachers, I have no more worries. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went for my first Chinese Orchestra practice today. None of the sec 1's started learning or playing any instruments, we were just assigned to an instrument. Yippee, it was finally confirmed that I was gonna play cello! ^.^ Yeah, so one of the seniors took me and my new friend from another class, Jia Yi, to look at the cellos. So excited to start learning the cello after such a long wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go and study all the cello bow markings and terms! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-85033332725821146?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/85033332725821146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=85033332725821146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/85033332725821146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/85033332725821146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/revision.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-189238056246776342</id><published>2010-01-10T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:50:02.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to attend the compulsory Meet-the-Parents session and CCA recruitment in school yesterday, which meant I couldn't attend church. &gt;.&lt; Assembled in the hall and listened to some teachers talk for about 3hrs, then I left half way to go sign up for my CCA while Mummy continued listening to some other talk. The second I stepped out of the hall, this whole crowd of people from Sports CCAs started passing me lots of flyers and "begged" me to join their CCA. I got scared so I just took their flyers, smiled and walked away to find some of my classmates. Met Felicia near the Flip-side talking to Xing Fang(senior). Xing Fang asked both of us to join badminton which was what she belonged to. Felicia and I just took a flyer from her, talked a little bit more and left for the Indoor Sports Hall to find the other CCA booths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found Miss Kee's(form teacher) new CCA, NCDCC, at the basketball court. She was wearing her uniform. There were some fire fighters too, they were lighting fire to something and demonstrating to put it out with a fire extinguisher. There booths at the first level of the Indoor Sports Hall were mainly those of the Uniform Groups. While walking, Felicia and I were approached by some of the groups, so we screamed and ran, just so we didn't have to take their flyers. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the second level of the ISH where the Performing Arts and Infocomm club was. The Infocomm club was right at the door, so Felicia just signed up for it on the sport.  While she was signing up for it, I spotted the Chinese Orchestra booth and more importantly... Two guys playing cellos. In my excitement, I ran up to them and signed up. To my surprise, I was first to sign up, LOL.:D So you might have imagined, a bunch of seniors from the CO formed a crowd around me asking me things like "What instrument are you interested in playing?" and "Have you had any past experience with any of the instruments in the CO?". There was a senior/cellist who talked to me for a while and told me to stay back in school on Monday at 3pm for practice. Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to play some simple pieces for Felicia either tomorrow or soon cos she wants to dance her ballet and stuff. Yeah, I was told that I should be happy that I was gonna be able to play for a ballerina. Haha, and I guess I am. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the paper ball fight in church that Stacia described to me on Saturday. Sigh, it sounded so fun... :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-189238056246776342?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/189238056246776342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=189238056246776342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/189238056246776342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/189238056246776342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/was-it-worth-it-had-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4955904308127166770</id><published>2010-01-07T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:29:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See ya on the Flip-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, saw our senior counselors in school today again. They gave us a tour of the whole school, explaining stuff about each room/place. Yup, so we went to places like the Biology lab, Food and Nutrition room, Art Studio and my favourite, the Flip-side. It's this little stage in the canteen where students perform music or dances after Chapel each Friday. So Mandy and I are gonna watch a performance there tomorrow.  Sadly, I don't think anyone would be playing the piano there cos then they would have to go through the trouble of bringing it down from the music room or hall. But I can play other instruments too! ^.^ Hehe, so who knows, maybe I'll perform there one day?:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and I assembled early in the hall right before recess ended today. While we there, we saw one of our seniors, Jeremy, playing the grand piano. He was playing around on it, but there were a number of NA students who thought he was really playing it. I was pretty shocked that the school didn't lock the grand and allowed their students to play it even if there wasn't any special occasion, not like Primary school. Haha, so maybe I'll go play a little there tomorrow? Let's see what the people in the hall have to say about that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for CCA to start next week! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4955904308127166770?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4955904308127166770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4955904308127166770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4955904308127166770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4955904308127166770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-ya-on-flip-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1045668167749690600</id><published>2010-01-06T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:41:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Air-conditioned classrooms!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day the sec 1's had with their counselors in orientation, which meant the end of the team building games. Had to scale "The Great Wall Of Christ Church" today which everyone did in class except for Joyce cos, she was really scared. I was one of the last to go cos I was afraid and was dragged by a senior and the class leader. The seniors gave all of us a boost and support. It was pretty fun and all, and I actually felt like going again. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, Mandy and I sat with the class and seniors to think of a cheer. We both didn't contribute much, but I laughed at almost every joke made by anyone. Yeah, the typical me. Went back to class after recess and met our seniors there. They helped us out with our cheer while most of the class sat down and watched. Again, I was laughing my head off while watching the seniors kid around. Haha, was telling Mandy how cool I thought our seniors were. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to the hall to showcase our cheer, our seniors helped us out again. Our class only got the consolation prize, but no one complained(I think). Yeah, then we watched all the senior counselors dance on stage. Could see that they were really enjoying themselves... LOL, some of them can really dance la! XD Yup, good show, good show. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy took the longer but in some sense faster way home together today. Haha, now we'll never miss another bus! XD Went to some shop near the mrt station to get some hair black coloured hair accessories for school. Wow, the shop sells like almost everything for cheap. So I think I'll be buying more stuff from there next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/whos-awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/whos-awesome.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHR IS AWESOME! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1045668167749690600?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1045668167749690600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1045668167749690600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1045668167749690600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1045668167749690600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/air-conditioned-classroomsd-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7975558015969899324</id><published>2010-01-05T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:55:38.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank You!^.^*bear hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome day at my new school, Christ Church Secondary. It was the second day of orientation and my class finally got more hyped up when it was time for team building games. Had more fun today cos we got to run around school in search of stuff and play games. Yup, had a great time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games was recess, followed but a talk by Mrs Yeo, our principal. She talked for over an hour and then there were CCA presentations by the performing arts and club CCAs. Janice and Natalie were presenting their CCA Modern Dance, WOOH! XD Yup, so among all the presentations, I must say which ones I like best...&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese Orchestra(CO) &lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons why I came to CHR. Though not all the instruments including the cello were played today, the teacher in charge did mention that there were more instruments besides the ones on stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Band&lt;br /&gt;CHR's band doesn't look too bad. But I'm not sure whether I would really like to join it though, cos I don't wanna end up playing some gigantic brass instrument.But I might join it if I get to choose the instrument I wanna play, like the flute. Yes, I know the cello is big and plays bass too, but it's a different case.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Green Club&lt;br /&gt;I am DEFINITELY not joining this CCA. But i did like the presentation and the school's mini greenhouse. Just not that into gardening and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Modern Dance&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't just like this CCA cos my two favourite seniors were the ones who presented it and are sorta in charge.=.= Strangely, I have no idea why, but modern dance seemed so interesting. I know I don't dance, but it was kinda cool and all. But I'll most likely be joining a music CCA though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during my first two days in CHR, I have seen 3 out of 4 the seniors I know, Janice, Natalie Victoria, but not Gwen. Heard that Gwen is pretty popular. No, why haven't I met her yet? &gt;.&lt; Nevermind. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be climbing ropes tomorrow... Ah, heights. NOO... &gt;.&lt; I hope only certain people get chosen to climb it. I remember once(if I am not wrong) that Victoria was saying that during her sec 1 orientation, she had to do the same thing. She thought she was gonna drop or something, but with the encouragement or her seniors, she completed the obstacle. AH, why aren't any of my senior friends counselors?&gt;.&lt; Guess I'll just go get it done and over with tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celloprofessor.com/photos/cello_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.celloprofessor.com/photos/cello_red.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLO! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7975558015969899324?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7975558015969899324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7975558015969899324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7975558015969899324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7975558015969899324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3326586117332622809</id><published>2010-01-04T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:59:44.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why in the world am I listening to emo music for? Everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first day of sec 1 orientation. Bumped into Natalie at Woodlands MRT in the morning and she was like "Hi!". It seemed like she was meeting someone there so I went to school myself. I assembled in the hall when I came to school. Spotted Victoria there again. It wasn't too hard to find her cos she was a prefect and stood out among the rest with her tie and everything. Listened to the principal give her "speech" and then it was time for Team Building Activities. Victoria approached me as my class headed to the Indoor Sports Hall, gave me her big sweet smile and told me to have fun during orientation. As she talked to me in front of my new classmates, they gave me that shocked look as if they wanted to say "What are you doing talking to a senior?!". Man, is it great having 4 seniors to be there for you in your new school or what? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Team Building Activities were pretty fun. Of course I didn't act like my usual self, I just stood there and tried to be as quiet as possible. The senior student counselors were in charge of everything, and we were supposed to do stuff like cheer and dance. Though our class had like the most enthusiastic student counselors, my it hardly participated cos we were all timid. But if i had been myself, I would have done everything with much more enthusiasm. That's why I ended up not having that great a time. And I've promised myself that I'll be myself tomorrow to ensure that I have the best time possible. Recess was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried making friends during recess. Ended up talking to this girl slightly taller than me called Mandy. It was hard talking to her at first cos she was so quiet and shy. I understand why she was like that, especially with the hyper person I am. But I was still okay around her, nothing too scary. We sat and talked together, and we became friends. In class we chose to sit together. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling up some stuff in class, we went back to the hall to listen to representations by some CCA groups, the uniform groups in particular. I wasn't interested in any of them cos my mind was already set on joining the Chinese Orchestra. Haha, my form teacher was telling us that the school's Chinese Orchestra was actually pretty good. :] After the CCA representations, we were released from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the bus stop when I met Mandy again. We were both waiting for the bus eagerly, but each bus that came was full and left. Mandy and I made conversation while waiting, but when four buses left, we couldn't take it anymore. We crossed the road and ran for the bus opposite to take to the bus stop before the one we were waiting at. But when we alighted from the bus, we couldn't find the bus stop which we were looking for. To make things worse, it was raining. Yup, we were two sec 1 girls running about Woodlands in the rain in search of a bus which we could take to Causeway point. At last, Mandy and I decided to take a taxi. But even flagging one was tough. Every time we went to a spot where we thought a taxi might pass by, not a single one never came. Just when we were about to cross another road to try taking a bus, a taxi came our way. As you might imagine me, I was like jumping for joy on the road saying to Mandy "Look, TAXI!". We shared a cab and each paid around $2. In no time, we reached Causeway Point/Woodlands MRT. Mandy wanted to get something from 7-Eleven and I needed to use the toilet so I accompanied her. After that we both took the train home. She stopped at Sembawang and I stopped at Khatib. I am so glad I already made a good friend on the first day of school. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being there for me and answering my prayer, God. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3326586117332622809?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3326586117332622809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3326586117332622809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3326586117332622809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3326586117332622809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-in-world-am-i-listening-to-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-394083656228449951</id><published>2010-01-03T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:40:06.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the first day of school. Sec 1 orientation lasts the whole week, which means I'll be back late from school almost everyday. Ah, better get used to it. Cos starting from 11 January, I'll be having a new CCA. Chinese Orchestra is three days a week, and there'll be individual section practices, just like any other western orchestra. Hopefully I'll make it into the cello section so I won't need to go back to playing the guzheng. Not that there's nothing wrong with the guzheng, but I just wanna expose myself to more western instruments. Besides, maybe playing the cello would help me improve my bass clef sight-reading. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether secondary one is challenging. I'm already prepared to make new friends, but what about all the new subjects and topics? What about the longer school hours? Okay, maybe I'm not so worried about the longer school hours cos I know I'll get used to them. Travelling hours aren't that big an issue cos Yishun is not that far away from Woodlands. Haha, I'll actually take a shorter time to travel home as compared when I was back in primary school! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://goldfishbroth.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://goldfishbroth.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/puppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for secondary school life? &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-394083656228449951?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/394083656228449951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=394083656228449951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/394083656228449951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/394083656228449951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/excuses-excuses-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2219210583947123608</id><published>2009-12-30T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:18:20.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. Do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thunder&lt;/span&gt;, Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SzsepRrW4WI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xrpBz1OB0H4/s1600-h/BoysLikeGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SzsepRrW4WI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xrpBz1OB0H4/s320/BoysLikeGirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420960270939251042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Boys Like Girls, AH!(≧◡≦) Haha, they sound so good... Yup, they're definitely my favourite punk rock band. I love the way Martin(the lead singer) sings. ^.^ I won't say that my craze for them is new cos I was addicted to one of their songs titled "Thunder" since the start of the year. They just released their newest album "Love Drunk", which I am saving up for. AREN'T THEY JUST AWESOME? AH!(a♥‿♥a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when you hit the coast, maybe you'll finally see. And you'll turn it all around and you'll come back to me."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heels Over Head&lt;/span&gt;, Boys Like Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2219210583947123608?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2219210583947123608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2219210583947123608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2219210583947123608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2219210583947123608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SzsepRrW4WI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xrpBz1OB0H4/s72-c/BoysLikeGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5137203879886509891</id><published>2009-12-29T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:50:38.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I called, you answered, and you came to my rescue. And I wanna be where you are."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Came to my rescue&lt;/span&gt;, Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain times in everyone's life where we just feel so helpless and miserable. And we wonder, "Is there anyone who listens to me? Anyone who cares? Anyone who will come to my rescue?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging."- Pslam 46:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that we often forget that there is someone who is always there, and He loves us so much. He knows our every thought, and every tear we cry is precious in His eyes. The world may turn away, our friends, everyone... But He never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have reassured myself more than anyone else about how God is always there for me. No, I'm not depressed. It's just that the fact that we have such an awesome God overwhelms me. I'm not alone in anything! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still."-Exodus 14:13a,14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5137203879886509891?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5137203879886509891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5137203879886509891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5137203879886509891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5137203879886509891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-called-you-answered-and-you-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-8240408705389065450</id><published>2009-12-29T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:50:01.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I might just be... Jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that it is already 29 December 2009 as I take a look at the date on my phone. A few more days and I'll be in a totally new school, learning new things, meeting new people. I will be the one of the youngest in Christ Church and everyone will be older than me. I know whining about proceeding to secondary school is not gonna make me feel any better, but I can't help but be nervous. It's a totally different environment from what I'm used to, so I guess it's only natural that I have the jitters. All I can hope is for things to go well cos I know God will be with me.(◑‿◐)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading an article on STOMP just now. Here's the link. &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg:80/stomp/sgseen/in_the_heartlands/296252/giant_fish_released_at_yishun_fishing_pond.html"&gt;Are you a good enough angler to catch this giant fish?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read the article yet? Good boy-boy/ girl-girl.XD That sure is one giant fish... Well, as many of you may know, I live in Yishun/ Khatib, and my house is only a walking distance away from Bottle Tree Park. Maybe I should pay that big fish a visit? Hmm... But I don't wanna go alone. Anyone wants to come along? The invite is open to everyone. Haha, better enjoy what's left of my holidays before school starts again. MeOw... YAY, Danielle has just agreed on accompanying me to see the big fish! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."- Philippians 3:13-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-8240408705389065450?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8240408705389065450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=8240408705389065450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8240408705389065450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8240408705389065450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-i-might-just-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3223791043394825545</id><published>2009-12-28T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:28:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is just so unbelievably corrupted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy last week. Had to go to my new secondary school, Christmas eve get-together at Jerome's house, Christmas lunch at Yishun SAFRA, Christmas concert at Chinese church, movie night at church and spring cleaning the next day. I also had to rush to different places to get presents for my friends. There goes all the calories, LOL. XD I guess being busy was kinda expected cos it was the Christmas season. I wasn't exactly in the Christmas mood last week, but now I miss it. &gt;.&lt; Oh well, there's always 2010! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think it'll be 2010 in just a couple of days is overwhelming. The year seems to have passed in a blink of an eye, and it's already &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28 December 2009&lt;/span&gt;! In spite of that fact, i don't think i would have ever got through the year without my friends, family and most importantly God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I would just like to thank all my friends who stuck by me the whole of 2009. Thank you for being there for me when I was at my lowest and highest, at my saddest and happiest. I would like to give a big shout out to some of my friends, but I don't wanna make them feel awkward. Haha, i don't think it matters much cos they already know how they mean to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There exist companions disposed to break one another to pieces, but there exists a friend sticking closer than a brother."- Proverbs 18:24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3223791043394825545?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3223791043394825545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3223791043394825545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3223791043394825545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3223791043394825545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-is-just-so-unbelievably-corrupted.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3417111660297285797</id><published>2009-12-23T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:38:53.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it is possible for one to change in just a couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my new school today. I knew Christ Church Secondary was the school for me the minute I stepped into it. It looks awesome and I know quite a number of seniors there. ^^ Yeah, and I also saw Victoria in the hall when Mummy and I went there to register. She was in charge of seating the parents and future students of class 1E1, my class, so I got to talk to her. She was like telling me that I was in the top/best class. I was really happy to hear that. :D Then we went to buy my uniform, books and look around the school. It's beside Singapore Sports School. It's a Christian school and it's funded by the church there so the pupils in the school are pretty privileged. In other words, I am gonna get to experience stuff there that kids in other schools can't. Yup, I'm a very happy girl indeed! (✿◠‿◠)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lift my eyes to the hills- where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3417111660297285797?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3417111660297285797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3417111660297285797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3417111660297285797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3417111660297285797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-it-is-possible-for-one-to-change-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5984853414094086850</id><published>2009-12-16T08:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:02:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Syg5PpYdgdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LLiXqcN7iUU/s1600-h/crescent_moon_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Syg5PpYdgdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LLiXqcN7iUU/s320/crescent_moon_800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415641492882293202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially time for me to listen to emo music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and Danielle came over to my house yesterday to practice the special music for this Friday night. I let them listen to the original soundtrack of the song on my computer first while I stepped out of the room to pour them some drinks and snacks. Being the crazy girls they are, they started talking to some of my friends on MSN. I returned with their drinks and snacks only to find a couple of my friends saying "hi" to me. So I had to say sorry to each and every one of them.&gt;.&lt; Don't I have the most awesome friends in the world or what? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so after they listened to the soundtrack a couple more times, we went to the piano room to actually start singing. I messed up playing the song a few times cos I wasn't concentrating. But I was fine later on. We made a few changes to the original song cos we wanted to make it sound unique. And it does. ^^ After all the practice, we went to Norhtpoint cos Joyce owed Danielle and I(more like me actually) a treat. So she bought us bubble tea and some food. We walked around the mall a little more and went home. Danielle took the MRT home while I sat with Joyce in the same bus. Overall, it was a tiring but pretty fun day. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why, but I'm sick now. Yesterday night was pretty rough too. I had the same nightmare twice in one night! &gt;.&lt; Yeah, so I woke up at around 5:13am finding 3 text messages on my phone, one from Stacia and the other two from some random person. It was a really bad night. I'm still having the creeps now... I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep for the next few nights. Telling myself "Eliana, you have to calm down and relax." isn't helping one bit cos I have a feeling what I dreamt is going to come true. It's just a matter of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Syg5yXFcQtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BVj6Somf7Rs/s1600-h/boeyes.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Syg5yXFcQtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BVj6Somf7Rs/s320/boeyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415642089266102994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5984853414094086850?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5984853414094086850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5984853414094086850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5984853414094086850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5984853414094086850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-officially-time-for-me-to-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Syg5PpYdgdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LLiXqcN7iUU/s72-c/crescent_moon_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7736041337118178723</id><published>2009-12-14T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:44:24.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the subtle changes that make the most differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was... I can't describe it. Went to some lady optician at NorthPoint for an eye check so she can prescribe me... Er, something. She had to check my corneal and stuff, so she shone this really REALLY bright light into my eye.&gt;.&lt; And when she was done with the check, I was tearing.(Tearing is different from crying)She talked to my mum for some time and they made some arrangements. I'll be going back to the optician on Friday morning or early afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mummy brought me to the hairdresser. I have to agree, but my hair WAS quite a mess before I got a haircut, but it isn't now! ^.^ But it isn't as long as before, it's just slightly shorter. And I finally got the fringe I wanted! ^.^ Yay, side-parting. Erm, if you're a guy and you have no idea what I'm talking about, it's alright.=P Haha, so my hair has been given more "shape" now, and it looks much neater and better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give special music this Friday night with Danielle and Joyce for Pastor Wille's evangelistic meeting. Joyce and Danielle are gonna sing while I play the piano. Haha, anything goes for me as long as I don't have to sing. =P Besides, the voices of Danielle and Joyce make a nice combination cos they are both high and sweet. ^.^ Mine will just spoil the whole song cos it's of a different range... Anyway, with a new song to present means I have a new project to work on! :D That should keep me sane, LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's taking so long... Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyW0bQmMTmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3MUkYSyoCpU/s1600-h/guilty-puppy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyW0bQmMTmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3MUkYSyoCpU/s320/guilty-puppy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932507387514466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I guilty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7736041337118178723?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7736041337118178723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7736041337118178723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7736041337118178723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7736041337118178723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-subtle-changes-that-make-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyW0bQmMTmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3MUkYSyoCpU/s72-c/guilty-puppy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4484105525926142374</id><published>2009-12-10T19:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:00:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyDjfE2vFtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RyXKplvX9xU/s1600-h/Candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyDjfE2vFtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RyXKplvX9xU/s320/Candle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413576875118106322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fails..."-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From the Inside Out&lt;/span&gt;, Hillsong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great that when all else fails, God's light will shine? That when everything in life seems to be going the wrong way, He is always there? Deuteronomy 31:16 says "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." Isn't this such a great promise? I don't know about you, but when I read this verse, I suddenly have the strength to face and overcome obstacles that I may face in my daily life. It's nice to know that good or bad, we have a God that will be by our side forever and ever.(✿◠‿◠)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now as I proceed to secondary school, many things are expected to happen. Everyone tells me that there will definitely be bad influences, bullies, peer pressure and etc. To be honest, I was a little afraid of going to secondary school at first, but I'm not now all thanks to Deuteronomy 3:16. ^.^ From this experience I have also learned that memorizing your memory verses does pay off. Haha, now I know what verse to share at CARE group tomorrow!XD I won't need to bring some random christian book to pick a verse from anymore, LOL.=P But I'll bring a random book just in case Danielle or Stacia needs it.(≧◡≦)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, And He delights in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; For the Lord upholds him with His hand."- Pslams 37:23-24 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyDj-dPrpLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/34ye4IMkyUs/s1600-h/sleepypup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyDj-dPrpLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/34ye4IMkyUs/s320/sleepypup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413577414241133746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          •.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4484105525926142374?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4484105525926142374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4484105525926142374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4484105525926142374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4484105525926142374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/everlasting-your-light-will-shine-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SyDjfE2vFtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RyXKplvX9xU/s72-c/Candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7282810098025941380</id><published>2009-12-07T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:19:17.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The beautiful sound of music... ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally decided... I'm gonna go to the violin competition!XD Well, I took two days to make a decision, but it was all worth while. I actually had decided on not going since I had no one to go with, but then I found someone to go with just about an hour ago. Was chatting with Danielle on Facebook and she asked me about it after reading my previous post. It was then that I invited her to go with me, and she agreed.:D We're going on Wednesday morning. The invitation is open to everyone though. The more the merrier! (●*∩_∩*●)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about shoes!:D There are so many types of shoes. Flats(my favourite!:]), sneakers, heels, pointe shoes(the ones ballerinas wear), slippers and etc. Well, I tried heels for the first time ever today. Er... I know, it's my FIRST time.&gt;.&lt; I'm currently learning how to walk with them on. Good thing they aren't that high, making it easier for me to keep my balance. It was a little tricky at first, but i think I'm getting a hang of it.^.^ I almost fell once, but that was the first time I wore them. I've heard stories of people breaking their heels and having to walk barefooted, so I don't think running in them is a good idea :S Maybe I'll wear them to the violin competition at the Esplanade.^.^ Wow, they look classy. (✿ ♥‿♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Stacia just told me that she can go to the violin competition too, YESH! (≧◡≦)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Sxzb3-CKzGI/AAAAAAAAAas/j32jhEXtFDw/s1600-h/violin.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Sxzb3-CKzGI/AAAAAAAAAas/j32jhEXtFDw/s320/violin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412442606783876194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7282810098025941380?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7282810098025941380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7282810098025941380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7282810098025941380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7282810098025941380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-sound-of-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Sxzb3-CKzGI/AAAAAAAAAas/j32jhEXtFDw/s72-c/violin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6100225148199987172</id><published>2009-12-05T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:22:19.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's just that yours is stupid."- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano lesson yesterday as usual. I didn't do too well for my scales and arpeggios. I was playing quite okay for the piece till it came to the bars where I was unsure and didn't practice. &gt;.&lt; Iris was very patient with me(like always), and went through the hard parts with me again. So to make it up to her and myself, I will practise much harder this week. Haha, and yesterday night, I managed to play all the parts that I've learned smoothly. Yesh! ^.^ Now all I need to do is complete the whole piece... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and there's this violin and piano music competition coming up. No, I'm not entering it. =.= But I am thinking of watching it, just to get a feel of what it means to be a really good musician. Admission is free and it's gonna be held at the Esplanade Recital Studio from 8-11 December. I came to know about it when I went to the Esplanade last week and saw lots of violinist. Haha, it was like a gathering of some sort.  I think it would be pretty enjoyable for music lovers. Er... I know I seem as if I'm advertising it, but I'm not. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6100225148199987172?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6100225148199987172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6100225148199987172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6100225148199987172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6100225148199987172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyone-is-entitled-to-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1079934351044532078</id><published>2009-12-01T19:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:19:22.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silence is golden, but duck tape is silver.- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my results last Thursday. I was pretty contented with my results(and I still am), so I didn't whine and cry like quite a number of my schoolmates. I left Punggol Primary School happily. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied for the schools that I want to go yesterday morning. My first choice school has a good Chinese Orchestra with a cello section. Yes, a CELLO section. I know what you're thinking, "The last time I checked, the cello was a western instrument. What is it doing in a Chinese Orchestra?" Haha, and well, I have no idea why either.&gt;.&lt; But I do know that it makes the orchestra sound even more awesome.:D Anyways, I don't care much about the cello's place in the orchestra cos I'M GONNA PLAY THE CELLO!:D YAY FOR THE AWESOME OVER-SIZED VIOLIN! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Esplanade library yesterday. It was nice as usual. On my way to the library, in the underpass, there were some artworks. All of them were made of newspaper, recycled paper. They were all pretty cool, but the one I liked best was this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SxUI3XEA6tI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hz1-Tvr_-uI/s1600/Giant+newspaper+teddy+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SxUI3XEA6tI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hz1-Tvr_-uI/s400/Giant+newspaper+teddy+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410240274532199122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a gigantic teddy bear made out of newspaper! Isn't it cute? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my holidays~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SxUSVYUXKlI/AAAAAAAAAak/PQliRlE9pYI/s1600/cello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SxUSVYUXKlI/AAAAAAAAAak/PQliRlE9pYI/s400/cello.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410250685869926994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just your average over-sized violin... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1079934351044532078?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1079934351044532078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1079934351044532078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1079934351044532078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1079934351044532078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/silence-is-golden-but-duck-tape-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SxUI3XEA6tI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hz1-Tvr_-uI/s72-c/Giant+newspaper+teddy+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1737029959475702733</id><published>2009-11-23T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:32:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm16/classyladytwo/Animation/Animationcatplayingpianocl2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 123px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm16/classyladytwo/Animation/Animationcatplayingpianocl2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想懂得。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I wasn't feeling well in my last post, but I'm feeling much better now, although I still feel a little lethargic at certain times of the day. I guess I can't help it, right? Oh well. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the school holidays now, and I plan to truly enjoy myself since I already finished my PSLE. I also aim to practise the piano for at least 3-4h a day. Really need to work on my melodic minor scales and my new Debussy piece. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention about the pieces I'm currently playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have another audition this coming March. Yes,it's for SOTA again. I'm sure many of you now know that I didn't get in the last time I auditioned. I don't want to look back at what has passed, so I won't go through the details. Anyway, Iris suggested to me some pieces I should play for my audition in March and of all them, I chose Debussy's "The snow is dancing" from "Children's Corner" and some other really pretty Beethoven sonata.:D Haven't started on the sonata yet, but I have started on "The snow is dancing". The piece is just amazing, and well, it has kinda helped me to appreciate the piano more.  Just yesterday, I sat down at the piano just playing random notes and chords, listening to the sound resonate. It was awesome. :D But I bet it would have sounded even more awesome on a grand piano. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently finished watching "公主小妹(Romantic Princess)", a Taiwanese drama. Yesh, I've moved on from Korean dramas to Taiwanese ones. Lol, it's good to know that Taiwanese guys aren't portrayed in Taiwanese dramas as such over-emotional freak as compared to those guys in Korean ones. Haha, I don't know what this has to do with Taiwanese guys appearing cuter, but they just do! Have you seen 吴尊(Wu Chun), the actor who plays 南風瑾(Nanfeng Jin)?! HE IS SOOO CUTE!:P And his muscles are like... WOW. Oh no, I'm not like going gaga over him, am I? AH. &gt;.&lt; Anyway, shall watch more of the dramas that he acts in. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r307/elian3214/3-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 308px;" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r307/elian3214/3-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吴尊好帅啊～！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1737029959475702733?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1737029959475702733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1737029959475702733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1737029959475702733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1737029959475702733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm16/classyladytwo/Animation/th_Animationcatplayingpianocl2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-8643335901764811496</id><published>2009-11-01T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:06:58.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over-sensitive? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my theory exam done and over with. Just hoping I get my distinction. Though I didn't bring back my paper(not allowed), I did bring back something else... A FLU. Yeah, got caught in the rain outside Victoria Concert Hall. Ah, I have a killer throat and a fever. And yes, I do feel horrible.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the Original Song competition is next Saturday, 3.30pm ast SDACC. Was practicing with Joyce yesterday. She sang, I played the piano. She was feeling a little sick in the morning, so she only came to church after lunch. She felt better and was able to sing. For me, unfortunately, I had a killer throat as mentioned. The fever only arrived this morning. Anyway, was suffering all the way from after lunch, through singing practice with the rest, bible study and all the way till the last practice with Joyce. We were supposed to go through the song like 5 times after bible study, but I could only play like 2-3 times.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I get well soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Suzs4FBj-wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1LnDbZlcegc/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Suzs4FBj-wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1LnDbZlcegc/s400/tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398950501475941122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tiger's been recorded sick too and it still wants to go trick-or-treating... That's the spirit! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-8643335901764811496?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8643335901764811496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=8643335901764811496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8643335901764811496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8643335901764811496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/11/over-sensitive-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Suzs4FBj-wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1LnDbZlcegc/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4043269215585625317</id><published>2009-10-29T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:22:26.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SulLwrBp4_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GRKv7cDvqRI/s1600-h/Eternity_wallpapers_5511_1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SulLwrBp4_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GRKv7cDvqRI/s400/Eternity_wallpapers_5511_1280x960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397928927935718386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surrender to Your hand, to this place. Lord, I have come ready for Your touch."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All For You&lt;/span&gt;, Starfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music lesson last night was great. Iris marked my corrections, taught me on how I could make my compositions more interesting, and also let me watched some cool videos on Youtube for my enjoyment and amusement. After dinner, she let me do my mock exam. Yay, and I scored 89.5/100!^.^ Why am I super happy even though I've done better and it was only a really high meridt? Well, cos if I had been a little more careful and didn't rush, I could have gotten like 95-96/100. Yes, that is a super high distinction!:D Hmm... Now all I have to do for tomorrow's exam is be extra careful, and hopefully I'll get distinction as I've gotten before for my previous practice papers. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I better go and squeeze all the italian musical terms and their meaning into my head. Ow, that's gonna hurt though. I'll just painfully copy each italian musical term and it's meaning 2-3 times. Though I don't think my head's gonna hurt, but my hand probably is. Oh well, it's for my distinction! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I stay here forever, here with you? Surrounded by Your mercy, clothed in your truth. Always, I'll stay, Always here with You."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can I Stay Here Forever&lt;/span&gt;, Starfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SulKeslw_SI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kfpsEiNEOUE/s1600-h/Tiger-Cub--C10095265.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SulKeslw_SI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kfpsEiNEOUE/s400/Tiger-Cub--C10095265.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397927519606340898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiger cub can't stay there forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4043269215585625317?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4043269215585625317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4043269215585625317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4043269215585625317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4043269215585625317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-surrender-to-your-hand-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SulLwrBp4_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GRKv7cDvqRI/s72-c/Eternity_wallpapers_5511_1280x960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-8674968898013282529</id><published>2009-10-28T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:43:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for music lesson from 6-9pm later. Haha, good thing I finished all my theory corrections. ^.^ Wanted to finish it up today at school but didn't have the time cos the school had arranged quite a number of talks for us today. So I finished up most of my work at home and a little while on my way home from school. Oh yeah, and I did the meanest thing... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I did some of my theory corrections on the way home from school, on the bus. I only thought of completing my work when some secondary school girl sitting opposite me took out her Grade 5 theory to do. She was doing the SATB section in Lina Ng's theory book. So I took out my theory practice paper and continued with my corrections. I felt like being a little mean then, so I purposely flipped to the page which showed my overall marks and had corrections to be done. Why didn't I mind showing her that page? Haha, well, cos I got 92/100, a distinction. :P She was like staring at my marks and looking at all the sections I got full marks for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that she was strugging with the SATB section, so I flipped the pages of my practice paper to the same section. See now, my intention here wasn't to show her that I was better than her, it was simply to show her how to do SATB. Sadly, she still didn't have any idea how to do it even after I "helped" her. AH. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so...! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SugEFT4r6zI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LZ_vXL_1Vi4/s1600-h/Loving+Touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SugEFT4r6zI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LZ_vXL_1Vi4/s400/Loving+Touch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397568642687429426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is that loving touch. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-8674968898013282529?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8674968898013282529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=8674968898013282529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8674968898013282529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8674968898013282529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-im-just-paranoid-going-for-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SugEFT4r6zI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LZ_vXL_1Vi4/s72-c/Loving+Touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-8075689899917457930</id><published>2009-10-27T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:34:54.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Running away? Aw... Don't! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as mentioned previously, I did attend a whole lot of talks by different secondary schools today. Yes, around two and a half hours in the hall. At least we got to bring our chairs down from the our classrooms to the hall to sit o them. Yup, but carrying the chairs up and down the stairs was pretty tiring. Anyway, these are the schools that came to give us talks on their school.&lt;br /&gt;-North Vista Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;-Nan Chiau High School&lt;br /&gt;-Serangoon Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;-Bowen Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;-Xin Min Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I haven't finished all my theory corrections. Better finish it today, the sooner the better. Have music lesson again tomorrow, and it's gonna be for like 3h, from 6pm-9pm. Only gonna cover theory cos my theory exam's on Friday. Yes, you got that right, FRIDAY. Yup, so I'm gonna be revising some common italian and german terms on my own, but mostly italian. And guess what, since my exam's during school hours, I don't need to go to school on Friday, YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday, I went to Popular to get some manuscript paper. I felt pretty thirsty so I went to McDonalds to go get some ice milo. After I ordered and while I waited, one lady who worked there said to me "Sorry, the Happy Meal takes a longer time to prepare. You might need to wait a while." It was then that her co-worker told her that I just ordered a drink. How do you think I would react?  Anyway, I was pretty polite about the whole thing I guess. You know, I like being young and stuff but as young as a 4 year-old kid who buys Happy Meals? Besides, isn't it a little too obvious from my height that I obviously don't attend a kindergarten?  Haha, still laughing over the whole matter. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so there is some ulterior motive behind this whole thing. I should have known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SubapQI7TXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UhueiamuA0E/s1600-h/big0764578383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SubapQI7TXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UhueiamuA0E/s400/big0764578383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397241605692018034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't need this.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-8075689899917457930?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8075689899917457930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=8075689899917457930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8075689899917457930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8075689899917457930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-away-aw.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SubapQI7TXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UhueiamuA0E/s72-c/big0764578383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1192474842895413634</id><published>2009-10-26T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:03:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tadaah! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned back to school again after one week of holidays. It was 6-2's(my class) turn to attend the video editing course. Overall, it was pretty fun I guess. Haha, my group manage to finish our video just in time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also received the booklet with information on all the goverment secondary schools in Singapore. Yup, it's for us to make our choice on which secondary school we want to go after we receive back our PSLE results. Haha, and I've already taken a look at some of the schools with MEP(Music Elective Programme). :] Note to self: NEVER EVER play music while doing music theory... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have quite a few secondary schools coming to my school tomorrow to talk to the P6's about their schools. Most of the schools are from around Hougang. You know what, I think all the secondary schools in Hougang are giving us a talk except for Holy Innocent's High School. O.o Ah, and the whole would be packed with talks, which means all our legs are going to ache from sitting on the hall floor. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKE!&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuWOnqbBnNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Cg3mkW5a6IE/s1600-h/cute-funny-animals-01_7RqQtWY3mrAI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuWOnqbBnNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Cg3mkW5a6IE/s400/cute-funny-animals-01_7RqQtWY3mrAI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396876540527090898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad kitty! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1192474842895413634?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1192474842895413634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1192474842895413634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1192474842895413634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1192474842895413634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/tadaah-d-returned-back-to-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuWOnqbBnNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Cg3mkW5a6IE/s72-c/cute-funny-animals-01_7RqQtWY3mrAI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6358718143001893053</id><published>2009-10-22T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:08:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"BOOM!", and you're down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie's fur has grown back! :D I think i mentioned this before but i can't help shouting it at the top of my lungs. It's just that he's looked nothing like a dog for quite some time. You know, without much fur. But now, he's so fluffy! It's just impossible for me not to want to cuddle him sometimes. :] Haha, now all he has to lose now is some weight. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjwKAwRjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/m3cT74viZWc/s1600-h/DSC00300.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjwKAwRjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/m3cT74viZWc/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395351663818065458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Brownie here!:D The last time I talked to everyone, I had lost so much fur. But now, look at me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjwn705rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SyUd9kIjI0A/s1600-h/DSC00301.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjwn705rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SyUd9kIjI0A/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395351671850460850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gorgeous! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjyEbORiI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zZisv1OLoX8/s1600-h/DSC00302.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjyEbORiI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zZisv1OLoX8/s320/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395351696678209058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fur on my tail took a long time to grow back though. Maybe because I used to bite on it so often... More importantly, my butt's furry again! :P Haha, feel free to poke Eliana. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAltWPH5LI/AAAAAAAAAZY/4Zjk3GnAXQs/s1600-h/DSC00309.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAltWPH5LI/AAAAAAAAAZY/4Zjk3GnAXQs/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395353814583207090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly. Don't you just want to scratch it? Come on then, SCRATCH ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjyQjbKnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6C1kU8u6X2w/s1600-h/DSC00303.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjyQjbKnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6C1kU8u6X2w/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395351699933833842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just because I've grown a new coat of fur, it doesn't mean that I'm any different inside. See, I'm still the lazy dog that everyone's grown to love! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAlsRahTDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/x8Z1xDQsbi0/s1600-h/DSC00306.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAlsRahTDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/x8Z1xDQsbi0/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395353796108962866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! Don't you just love my messy fur?:] I for one, think this messy look looks great on me! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAlr3BaE2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZAwSQAQMjRE/s1600-h/DSC00305.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAlr3BaE2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZAwSQAQMjRE/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395353789024310114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for the skies, SUPERDOG TO THE RESCUE!:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAls4-kRWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gc8Bm64dD5Q/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAls4-kRWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gc8Bm64dD5Q/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395353806729135458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eye, LOOK INTO MY EYE, AND YOU'LL SEE THE CUTENESS IN ME!:P Haha, all you need to do actually is just look at my outer appearance and you'll know how cute I am. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjzmnH3gI/AAAAAAAAAYw/v_63MOczqH8/s1600-h/DSC00304.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjzmnH3gI/AAAAAAAAAYw/v_63MOczqH8/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395351723034795522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, this picture is so unglamorous! :[ Nevermind, as long as Eliana likes it, I like it too. :] Hehe, she loved it so much that put it as her display picture for her Facebook and msn account. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAltOK6ByI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KA390TyQUQ4/s1600-h/DSC00308.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAltOK6ByI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KA390TyQUQ4/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395353812418037538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, don't I just look like Eistein?:] I do right?! :D No no, I don't, I look soooo much better than that old dude! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana here. Haha, better not let Brownie take over my blog for too long. Who knows, maybe I won't be the one posting on this blog one day. No one knows. Anyway, I'm sure he prefers sleeping on the nice, cool floor. Right, Brownie? ^.^ Brownie says "Right!" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6358718143001893053?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6358718143001893053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6358718143001893053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6358718143001893053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6358718143001893053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/boom-brownies-fur-has-grown-back-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SuAjwKAwRjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/m3cT74viZWc/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-4740746237931470029</id><published>2009-10-21T20:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:44:21.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So i'm hiding what i'm feeling, but i'm tired of holding this inside my head..."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fallin' for You&lt;/span&gt;, Colbie Caillat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty AWESOME. Went with Xue Ying, Jesselyn, Rebecca and Sheng Zong to AMK hub. At least that's where we planned to go. But after walking for like an hour as there, I suggested we go to Bishan cos everyone found AMK pretty boring. True enough, Junction 8(Bishan) was better. We had lunch at the foodcourt there. Only Xue Ying, Sheng Zong(vegetarian) and I ate cos the other two weren't the least bit hungry. While Xue Ying and I shared a bowl of macaroni, Sheng Zong ate his vegetarian meal alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after eating, we all spent like 1/2 to 1h window shopping. I wanted to get a cover(sock) for my phone so we went to the basement. I bought two phone 'socks' for $3.80 and I paid $10. I almost got cheated by the cashier cos she only returned me $1.10 at first, but I asked her whether she got the amount right. You know, just because I'm young, it doesn't mean that I'll let these "old" people cheat me. Jeez...! Besides, eventhough she was like older than me, I was taller. HAHA!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came across some painting thingy shop. I remembered that I used to do stuff like that where I was YOUNGER, and I decided to try it out. But Rebecca and Jesselyn had to go off, so the rest of us sent them off and returned to the painting thigy shop cos I was begging Xue Ying accompany me while I tried it. Who knew that she'll try it herself? So she painted Snoopy and I painted some tiger(chuckle). Sheng Zong sat next to Xue Ying, advising her what colours to use on her painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8Kmvw_dLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6ssqvEmUS1c/s1600-h/DSC00299%5B1%5D"&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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8Kmvw_dLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6ssqvEmUS1c/s320/DSC00299%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395042539386401970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue Ying's Snoopy after it was placed in the oven to harden. Oh yeah, and her hands!:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KmOBOxBI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ohQinaQF6-U/s1600-h/DSC00298%5B1%5D"&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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KmOBOxBI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ohQinaQF6-U/s320/DSC00298%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395042530327708690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tiger painting on the wall that I copied when painting my own tiger.:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KlsYVC9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/MB0oLI-9DF0/s1600-h/DSC00297%5B1%5D"&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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KlsYVC9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/MB0oLI-9DF0/s320/DSC00297%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395042521297783762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue Ying's Snoopy before it was placed in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KlQSvfzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/wSAxknu0stU/s1600-h/DSC00296%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KlQSvfzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/wSAxknu0stU/s320/DSC00296%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395042513758158642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiger! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KlPjeMII/AAAAAAAAAXg/wwy8T1HI_48/s1600-h/DSC00295%5B1%5D"&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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8KlPjeMII/AAAAAAAAAXg/wwy8T1HI_48/s320/DSC00295%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395042513559892098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other paintings that were hung up on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After painting, I dragged Xue Ying and Sheng Zong to McDonalds cos I wanted a snack. So we shared fries. Ate, talked a little, and Xue Ying said that she wanted to go somewhere else. I was like "WHAT?! But I want to go home!". In the end, I still let her drag me all the way to Plaza Singapura at Dhoby Ghaut. Sheng Zong was okay with everything and didn't make a run for it(unlike me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Plaza Singapura, we went to DAISO for some drinks and window-shopped some more. The stuff we saw was pretty cool. All our legs hurt maybe except for Sheng Zong and I complained that I wanted to go home. And go home we did. :D Overall, I have to say that today was really AWESOME. Haha, and Xue Ying, Sheng Zong and I have already made a date for some other time soon!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned from the little outing at around 7pm plus. My legs were aching and they still are. &gt;.&lt; Immediately took a nice and warm bath before having dinner. Once full, I went online to start blogging and also go on msn. While blogging, Joyce came online on msn and talked to me. After her 2nd sentence, I went into panic mode. It was like after I read the words "You know that the composing competition is on 7 November, right?", I completely turned off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. There was supposed to be this original song composing competition held by the Singapore Adventist Mission. But due to the lack of responses, they postponed it to a later date. Joyce and I were the only one's who entered it, to be exact. She wrote the music while I composed the lyrics. Ah, and the date's 7 November 2009, two weeks time, AHH..! I had no idea till 2h ago, and I'm scared till now. Worst still, I haven't been practising the piece at all!&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, off to my piano! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8bFTGgM-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/o7taXf0JXhU/s1600-h/baby-animals.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/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8bFTGgM-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/o7taXf0JXhU/s320/baby-animals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395060656453989346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed little bunny... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-4740746237931470029?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4740746237931470029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=4740746237931470029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4740746237931470029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/4740746237931470029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-hiding-what-im-feeling-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St8Kmvw_dLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6ssqvEmUS1c/s72-c/DSC00299%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2907688426935901310</id><published>2009-10-20T11:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:48:02.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St099-hW8sI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jtQyx1jxsho/s1600-h/DGCM_mainpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St099-hW8sI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jtQyx1jxsho/s400/DGCM_mainpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394536063623951042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical music is good for the soul.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I have nothing much to post about today, I'm just gonna review classical music. Yes, you heard me, CLASSICAL music. I'm gonna review some of the most famous music pieces that you might have heard before. You can go check out the music on Youtube if you want. Haha, so just sit back, relax, and prepare to have the most boring music lesson in your whole entire life! Muahaha!:P Nah, it won't be so bad. I mean, you've got me around. Or am I the reason why classical music might seem  boring?(I hope not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star 12 Variations- Mozart (I'm too lazy to write the full name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not have heard this piece before. As the piece's name suggests, it is 12 variations of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. I would say this piece might fascinate those who haven't heard it before. I mean, who knew that that "baby" song could sound so full? So rich? But if you don't last the 11 minutes, I won't blame you. It is pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2: Clair De Lune- Claude Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo.. First of all, I just must say that the composer of this piece is just plain AWESOME. With that said, let'st starting about the piece. 'Clair De Lune' is pretty famous. It's appeared in movies such as Twilight and many others. In Twilight, Edward Cullen is a Debussy fan and his favourite piece is 'Clair De Lune'. Not only is this piece his favourite, but it's Bella's too!:D Calling all Twilight freaks, go listen to this piece! Anyway, it sounds really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3: La Campanella- Niccolò Paganini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spectacular. "La Campanella" actually means "The Little Bell" cos the tune was actually reinforced by a little handbell. So when it comes to the hight notes of this piece, they sound really pretty cos you can just imagine handbells ringing. I've also heard this song in the game "Beautiful Katamari". Yup, it was probably cos of "La Campanella" that Paganini got famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a number of famous pieces, but let's just stop at these three for now, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St1AsX2bxyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/H3tBQheSbSo/s1600-h/viola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St1AsX2bxyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/H3tBQheSbSo/s320/viola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394539059720472354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St1A0qJ5UvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/09nOoxkHw9k/s1600-h/rose_piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St1A0qJ5UvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/09nOoxkHw9k/s320/rose_piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394539202072892146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola and piano. Nice combination, huh? I know. They sound so good together...:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2907688426935901310?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2907688426935901310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2907688426935901310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2907688426935901310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2907688426935901310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/classical-music-is-good-for-soul_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/St099-hW8sI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jtQyx1jxsho/s72-c/DGCM_mainpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3465461499243694879</id><published>2009-10-19T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:02:30.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no, I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I visited the library again just ow. Spent most of my time at the youth section. Well, I kinda spent all my time there. So I spent like an hour there, borrowed a couple of books, and went home. Yeah, that's pretty much it really. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be getting cuts everywhere. Just barely a minute ago, I got another one on my toe. This is like the second or third one today. I've never been injury-prone till today. As you might have imagined, I have experienced quite some pain today. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Stxi21jB5YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tDD54rRVv4/s1600-h/bored-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Stxi21jB5YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tDD54rRVv4/s400/bored-cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394295147909473666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kitty yawns... Bored kitty. Finally, someone I can relate to!&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3465461499243694879?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3465461499243694879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3465461499243694879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3465461499243694879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3465461499243694879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-no-im-hooked.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/Stxi21jB5YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tDD54rRVv4/s72-c/bored-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5969431784077333445</id><published>2009-10-17T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:21:07.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Difficulty is the initial stage of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, returned to CARE group last night, AS THE TEACHER! It was pretty fun I guess, being able to bully everyone, well mostly the guys.:P I was pretty contented with my teaching, though I wasn't your perfect teacher. But ultimately, I felt good as I was sharing the word of God with others.:D Anyway, in the end, some people said I did pretty well.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this knitting shop in Ang Mo Kio recently. They have lots of knitting stuff there(needles, yarn, etc.), and they even have knitting classes too. Haha, and I'm gonna attend one!:D But honestly, I can't imagine myself sitting with a bunch of old people, knitting. Oh well, that's what you get when you do stuff that is popular with oldies, huh?:P Maybe I'll just join the classes for a while, till I reach a certain level at which I'm able to knit cool stuff.(hoods, cushion covers,etc.) You know, so that I don't age too fast.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also resumed piano lesson with Iris after quite some time yesterday. We're not gonna touch on practical till after my theory exam.(In 2 weeks time, 30 October 2009!) So we're just doing only theory. When she asked me to do the theory paper yesterday, I realized that I forgot some stuff. Ah, and my exam's so soon! I guess I'll just have to work on my theory then. But amazingly, I finally got full marks for my transposing section for like the first time! That section is usually like the section where i make the most careless mistakes. I think those who take music would know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the stars that aren't there anymore..."- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Saltwater Room&lt;/span&gt;, Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StnmPx9bO0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/0G777op7TvI/s1600-h/flatrocktorreypinesholdinghands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StnmPx9bO0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/0G777op7TvI/s400/flatrocktorreypinesholdinghands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393595187536280386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StnmiSKFKkI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zU07l5JuFBE/s1600-h/stars+by+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StnmiSKFKkI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zU07l5JuFBE/s400/stars+by+the+beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393595505416940098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Go listen to this awesome song on Youtube!(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Saltwater Room&lt;/span&gt;, Owl City)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5969431784077333445?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5969431784077333445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5969431784077333445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5969431784077333445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5969431784077333445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/difficulty-is-initial-stage-of-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StnmPx9bO0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/0G777op7TvI/s72-c/flatrocktorreypinesholdinghands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-8301988306328175599</id><published>2009-10-14T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:06:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(This post is for 14 October 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think a person like me would be able to keep up, right? Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I really did go to Plaza Singapura yesterday. Headed to SPOTLIGHT to get my knitting stuff,walked around Carrefour, then paid DAISO a visit. Found some pretty cool stuff, but one thing really pissed me off. I found this small knitting section and there, I found yarn and wooden knitting needles. Further more, they were size that I had bought from SPOTLIGHT for like $5 when I could have just bought it from DAISO for like $2!&gt;.&lt; Those I bought from SPOTLIGHT were made out of plastic and those from DAISO were from wood. Wood needles are lighter than those made out of plastic, making them the preferable choice of most knitters. As you've might have guessed, I did feel like smacking myself in the head at that point. Oh well, why cry over spilled milk, right?:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been working on my scarf. It's turning out much better than I expected actually. Brought all my knitting stuff to school today to continue with my scarf. I only had like one and a half hours to knit. During social studies lesson, Mr Khamil gave us time to just do anything we want, so I decided to knit. He came across my rather long scarf and pulled a chair to kinda observe what I was doing. He talked to me, in his all-friendly tone, but I was still kinda afraid when he asked me to continue knitting in front of him. In fear, like an obedient child, I continued with my stuff. Haha, and that continued for the whole period, until we went home. Sure, Mr Khamil asked me lots of questions, and I tried my best to answer them all. People started to crowd around us while we talked. There, you have your usual bunch of busybody Singaporean kids! =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my devotion before rushing to school this morning. Was reading from a daily devotional book. Found today's topic quite interesting. It said that it was us clinging onto God that makes our desperate situation delightful to Him. Let me quote a little part from the book:"Difficulty is actually the atmosphere surrounding a miracle, or a miracle in its initial stage. Yet if it is to be a great miracle, the surrounding condition will be not simple a difficulty but an utter impossibility. And it is the clinging hand of His child that makes a desperate situation a delight to God." -Streams in the Desert. As for some of you for non-believers, just take it that whenever you're in a pretty tight situation, just think of it as a chance for a miracle to take place. Who knows?(God):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StbzUKbzajI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3hqLX1rZ0rs/s1600-h/dog-playing-piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StbzUKbzajI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3hqLX1rZ0rs/s400/dog-playing-piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392765131546651186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that dog probably sight-reads music just like I do!:P (I'm kinda serious. I am not really known for my 'awesome' sight-reading.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-8301988306328175599?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8301988306328175599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=8301988306328175599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8301988306328175599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8301988306328175599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-post-is-for-14-october-2009-youd.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StbzUKbzajI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3hqLX1rZ0rs/s72-c/dog-playing-piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2519578047998682900</id><published>2009-10-12T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:03:01.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently set on 'CRAZY' mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE ended today. Okay, maybe I should scream. Eliana screams "PSLE ENDED TODAY!" Wow, that felt good. Okay, so PSLE is officially over. No more studying, no more stress. Just relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't take higher mother tongue, tomorrow's a holiday for me, no school. Gonna make a trip down to Plaza Singapura to get some yarn and knitting needles from SPOTLIGHT and maybe visit DAISO. Yes, I'm gonna start knitting again. And this time, I'LL FINISH MY SCARF! Cos the scarf is special this time, it's for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I massed messaged a couple of friends using my phone just now. This is what it "Hi everyone! :] My last PSLE paper ended today and now I am FREE! While all of you are studying or working, I am enjoying myself, LOL." Haha, am I mean or what? Nah, this isn't the worst I've done SO FAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my big break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StLhLEICrrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nR177M4NYls/s1600-h/puppies-sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StLhLEICrrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nR177M4NYls/s400/puppies-sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391619284118187698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SUCJgOz2QgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3hTWQwpQB9Y/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SUCJgOz2QgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3hTWQwpQB9Y/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278369950102602242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROWNIE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2519578047998682900?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2519578047998682900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2519578047998682900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2519578047998682900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2519578047998682900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-currently-set-on-crazy-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/StLhLEICrrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nR177M4NYls/s72-c/puppies-sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2876442127572696138</id><published>2009-10-01T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:11:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SsQPtoM9MlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9aUX6BLnUR0/s1600-h/take_a_break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SsQPtoM9MlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9aUX6BLnUR0/s400/take_a_break.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387448330802246226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still human, you know? I need a break once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lets see.. PSLE's on 7 OCTOBER! It's currently 1 October, Children's Day. Yes, I'm studying. I don't like to be nagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Children's Day celebration in school. The P6's weren't allowed to go to the hall to watch the concert. But we did get alot of presents, especially me! While the rest got about 3-4 presents, I got like 6-7! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say this really is my best Children's Day ever. I always thought I was never a favourite among any teacher, but all my past years teachers remembered me! Mr Low(P4) came to my class to pass me his present to me. Mrs Lam approached me during recess to pass me mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel has left for London. She left 2-3 weeks ago, and everyone's missing her already. Ben's leaving back for Cambridge this Sunday night. Sigh, why couldn't they both stay longer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to alot of Christian music recently. Yeah, I have no idea why. Guess I just like it. It's a good break from all the weird music that I usually listen to. Hey, guys, go listen to Hillsong's songs alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a holiday. Well, it's actually a study day for me. So gonna study later. Erm, yeah, LATER. Yes, not NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where would I be without you here in my life?"- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here in my life&lt;/span&gt;, Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SsQPK5E_dvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/H9k6GUXsXCc/s1600-h/desert-cross-798497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SsQPK5E_dvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/H9k6GUXsXCc/s400/desert-cross-798497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387447734036821746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2876442127572696138?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2876442127572696138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2876442127572696138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2876442127572696138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2876442127572696138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-human-you-know-i-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SsQPtoM9MlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9aUX6BLnUR0/s72-c/take_a_break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5129133916974609917</id><published>2009-09-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:56:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sucking on lozenges for dear life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the September holidays. Monday to Wednesday were school days and I only have Thursday and Friday to do some studying on my own. There's tons of homework to clear, sigh. Never mind, only 4 weeks more till I complete PSLE. Then I'll focus on music. Have a  music theory and practical exam in November and December. Then I'll be off playing etudes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently have a flu. The doctor says I probably didn't drink enough water, 'cause my throat is unusually red, and I look dehydrated. On the plus side, I'm recovering. &lt;br /&gt;So I should feel better really soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library today, yes, despite my flu. Needed a good book to read. Browsed through a whole lot of books but nothing much appealed to me. It's like everything in the youth section was about romance somehow or another. Still, I didn't want to bore myself with classics till after PSLE. I mean, don't I already have enough homework to bore me? Ended up borrowing some romance novel about a girl falling for her teacher, and her teacher actually LIKES HER BACK. Can the world be even more screwed? Possibly. I hope this is just a short phase teenagers go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's leaving for the UK this Sunday morning. She's gonna be there for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;Ben's leaving also leaving for the UK again, but in October. Oh well, as sad as it seems, people leave, and they come back.(Hopefully)  Rachel's studying medicine in Kings, Ben's studying economics in Cambridge, both great universites. They'll come back changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time where everyone will say “Bye”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5129133916974609917?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5129133916974609917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5129133916974609917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5129133916974609917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5129133916974609917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/sucking-on-lozenges-for-dear-life-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-137297262301254853</id><published>2009-08-18T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:55:53.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is me walking away now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in the "Crazy about Corrinne May" mood. Thinking of getting her two latest CD's. I've only got "Safe in a Crazy World" which is super old. I feel a great need to listen to her music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've never really realised how troubled our world is until recently. All around me, people have felt a great loss are in need. Though you aren't the one who's depressed, you feel the impact of what's going on, either directly or indirectly. All the more the world needs to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned this previously, but I think there are people around me who aren't being very smart. More like unreasonable, but I've found my way around them. Example, this is a crucial time of the year for people my age, but still no one's interested in studying! There's alot more examples. It get's discouraging sometimes, but I've never let it get in my way. I am determined to do well. I want to choose, not to be chosen.:] (There's alot more examples.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not standing alone. There are others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-137297262301254853?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/137297262301254853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=137297262301254853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/137297262301254853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/137297262301254853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-me-walking-away-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1967222392120375409</id><published>2009-08-17T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:38:53.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet me. Talk to me. Know me. Love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playing the piano just now. Trying to improvise, as in play a piece by ear. Trying some of Corrinne May's song. Mostly because she's usually accompanied by a piano, and that somehow makes things easier. I've got the chorus of "Five Loaves and Two Fishes'! Well, at least somewhat. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often that one sits and think about how they love their dear ones. For me, I sat down today and just thought of how much I love Brownie. His good points, bad points and points that just makes him unique. Gave him a little cuddle too! I love you Brownie!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjusting myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1967222392120375409?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1967222392120375409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1967222392120375409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1967222392120375409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1967222392120375409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7624536229134424300</id><published>2009-08-13T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:26:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how one can change another's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Popular just now. Used the vouchers I got from that Toastmasters competition in school to get a math assessment book. I used 45min just to pick a book. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I went to the library. I went to the young adult section at first to look for “War of the Worlds” by H.G Wells. Awesome book, but someone got to it before I did. Anyway, it feels weird when a bunch of 'old' people stare at you at the adult section, wondering what you're doing there. Not many kids have even stepped into that section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ended up back to the youth section. Found some awesome books, one even about Mozart's sister living in the shadow of him. I guess I can somehow relate to her. But even though others might not realise what I mean, it's alright. :] Also found some books about relationships and greek mythology, they were cool. Then also borrowed my usual chinese book. Don't ask about the book about relationships, alright? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was alright today. Mdm Madinah didn't kill me, which is good. I spoke a few times to her today, and she was fairly nice. Well, quite nice, basing on how she usually is. It's so unlike her. Heck, at least I'll be able to study better in an enviroment as such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to study more nowadays. But it's sometimes discouraging when others around you can't be bothered. I actually intended to start a studying group, but it seems that no one's interested. Oh well, I'm stuck studying alone. That can also be a good thing, right? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rose tea! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7624536229134424300?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7624536229134424300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7624536229134424300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7624536229134424300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7624536229134424300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-amazing-how-one-can-change-anothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2133600387931086494</id><published>2009-08-11T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:02:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will grow along with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel safe when going to school. Not afraid, fearing that my teacher would kill me, not worried, fearing that something might happen in the outside world while I'm in class. Look, I know I might sound insecure and stuff, but I'm not not. I'm just... afraid at times. I'm afraid of things happening, and that these things will affect me. I guess some things happen for a reason, and we can't change them. But some things are meant to be improved on, improving yourself on the side. Sorry for me talking like that, but I've seen some scary things happen, and I can't help but be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much at school today, the usual. But I saw some friends, some that I miss. Anyways, I was too busy trying to finish up my work in school. Just a thought, but if one's friend found other friends and grew distant from one, what should one do? Go back to one's long lost friends? But what if one's long lost friends are nowhere in sight, what should one do? Nevermind about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still wondering why I am speaking like that, feel free to ask. I don't mind telling. No matter who you are, a long lost friend or just someone I know, it's alright. I've received quite some pieces of shocking news lately, mostly unhappy and depressing ones, and they have taken their effect on me. Figures, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars make you stronger for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2133600387931086494?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2133600387931086494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2133600387931086494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2133600387931086494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2133600387931086494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-grow-along-with-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-3325035704839265828</id><published>2009-08-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:55:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How long will this wait last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked the letterbox today. Nothing. Just some advertisment. Man, thi is really disappointing. How long more must I wait? How long more will I be discouraged and doubt myself? I have no idea. All I know that He has a will. But I don't know when it'll be fufilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did 3h of maths at home today. Ben helped me, making every question I came across seem fairly simple, and they were. According to him, Mdm Madinah got the answers for two math questions wrong. Somehow, I believe him. I mean, who you going to trust, a teacher who didn't even make it to university or a student from Cambridge University? I think you knnow the answer. Anyway, I think I'd do much better for math with Ben's help. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's National Day celebration tomorrow in school. That means ONLY 3h IN SCHOOL!:p No textbooks, no practice papers and best of all, NO MEAN MDM MADINAH! Well, at least her mean side. I always loved National Day Celebration at school. The presents and not to mention, National day songs... Shh! All fun, no work. But it breaks my heart to think that this will be my last National Day in primary school. I'm gonna miss my juniors and the school itself. Those who know me really well(no one) would know I am the sentimental type. It is most of the time hard for me to let go of what others might a consider " just a moment of time". Yeah, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-3325035704839265828?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3325035704839265828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=3325035704839265828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3325035704839265828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/3325035704839265828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-long-will-this-wait-last-checked.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-117999761445950591</id><published>2009-08-05T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:02:41.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's National Day week and I have not received the results of my audition. I hate this wait. It just discourages me more and more. Ah, I'm starting to feel that I don't have a chance at SOTA. Nearly everyone else who auditioned in piano had a Grade 8. Then what's gonna happen to me? Are the odds against me? No, I am not depressed, just anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participated in some level toastmasters school competition in July. I represented my class. So, the results were out today. I must be very proud of myself to be able to say "I was second" with my head held high. Haha, I kinda feel like I should have gotten first. Anyway, my prize for coming second was $10 worth of Popular book vouchers. I know, it's nothing much. I thought so too at first. Heck, at least I got something, right? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was leaving school from the back gate today. Just my luck, Xue Ying was there. She chased me today and grabbed my arm tightly till we left school. I struggled under her grasp and as a result, my arm started to cramp up. I didn't know Xue Ying was THAT strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the bus stop when I was going home from school, I came across many other students from my school and level. I compared my height to theirs, and I was taller. That was funny, cos a few months ago, I was shorter than them. What I am trying to say is that I am no longer short. Frankly, I don't think I ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be tall or being commented on for being tall. Just two weeks ago, quite a number of people said I was tall in one single day. That felt awesome! And on Monday, my legs were cramping the whole night. The this morning, I found myself slightly taller. My legs must have been growing longer from Monday night till this morning. I believe their getting longer as we speak. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-117999761445950591?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/117999761445950591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=117999761445950591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/117999761445950591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/117999761445950591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-im-just-paranoid.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6479445587548770501</id><published>2009-07-14T18:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:33:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>101th anniversary of my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 101th anniversary of my blog ever since I first posted on this blog. It just means that this is the 101th post I've posted. I just found this an interesting point to note. Anyways, I'm still gonna continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I slept for 12hrs. I've hadn't had that much sleep in quite some time, and I feel awesome!:] It's amazing how sleep can do so much good for you. So I'm planning to do this almost everyday. I'll come hom from school, shower, have lunch, whack the books then sleep. I might miss dinner though... Nevermind.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Taylor Swift's music... But piano acoustic version! Trying to play them by ear on the piano. I just hate having to rely on scores sometimes, you know? Anyway, it would just be the "awesomest" thing ever if I could. Which I think I will be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the piano! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6479445587548770501?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6479445587548770501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6479445587548770501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6479445587548770501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6479445587548770501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/101th-anniversary-of-my-blog-its-101th.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-573339005950985561</id><published>2009-07-12T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:29:28.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOYABEAN MILK! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore my awesome necklace today. Yeah, the one made from turquoise. I would describe it as "awesome", cos it is! Anyway, the chain for it seems a little short, so I'm thinking of making a visit to Spotlight to get one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently hooked on soya bean milk. No, I have not forgotten my love for nuts and rasins. Hooray, for those who thought of the idea togrind soya beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since after the audition, I have been getting more boring. There's nothing interesting about me ever more. But nevermind, for this shall only be temporary! Cos when the results for the audition come out, I'll either be crushed or over joyous, either way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Ryuichi Sakamoto's music. And also currently loving it. It's just amazing what he does with the piano and strings. Amazing, the music he produces, all from a divorced guy. I guess only people who have experienced pain and sadness can display such emotion and expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky isn't always blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-573339005950985561?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/573339005950985561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=573339005950985561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/573339005950985561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/573339005950985561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/soyabean-milk-wore-my-awesome-necklace.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-2328723316633612112</id><published>2009-07-09T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:35:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I picture that little girl counting raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben returned back from the UK on 4 July. I made a poster, which spelt "Welcome home Ben". Yes, I know, I'm a good little sister. Over the past few days, I've been able to see how much Cambridge has changed him, which isn't much, when you know the real him. He travelled to Turkey in April so he brought back some gifts for us, including my belated birthday present, which is a necklace. It's just awesome! Made from turquoise, a precious stone. So the next time you see me, you might be able to spot a blue pendant hanging around my neck. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently high on nuts. Yes, NUTS. Their just awesome, and so are raisins. Okay, maybe I'm obsessed here. Nah, nuts are really that great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the SOTA audtion results. I'm just waiting, and the suspense is just making everything worse. Ah, I'm scared! :[ Meow, I shall have faith! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I need to stock up on nuts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-2328723316633612112?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2328723316633612112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=2328723316633612112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2328723316633612112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/2328723316633612112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-picture-that-little-girl-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1245007323488270831</id><published>2009-06-30T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:47:03.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't look out for anyone besides myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I had my audition last Friday at SOTA. One word, "It" and "rocked". Oops, that's two words. Nevermind. It was interesting to see so many other kids my age playing different instruments. I made friends with lots people in just the first hour. Maybe it was because I went around saying "hi!" to random people. Anyway, it seems that that's what the students in SOTA do too. I feel like one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any obvious mistakes during the audition. I told the panelists I tried composing a few times using Sibelius, and they went "Wow..". I wasn't as nervous as I usually would when I played in church or in front of Iris. Amazing. I was text messaging Iris before my auditon(outside the room) and after the audition. I am sure I did my best for my audtion! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a group activity where some of the SOTA music faculty would examine you. It included the test of rhythm, some written test, aural(singing) and voicing out your opinion(my forte). As usual, my rhythm is only borderline, so I think I only just passed. I liked the written test. They made me listen to pairs of music, and you were supposed to say what was the difference. Then there was comprehension which alot of people felt was hard, but what I found interesting. When it came to aural, I made the right choice of choosing to stand next to my new friend, who was a singer. The instructor first sang, and all us who were put into groups would sing it back. Whatever my singer friend sang, I sang. It was all in solfege. And another friend which I made which played guzheng stood next to me. It turned out that she was just singing what I sang. She also told me that the instructor that examined me gave me alot more points for my aural! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the part where we had to voice out our opinions. We were shown a clip from the movie "Catch me if you can" 3 times. Each time, there was a different background music being played. We were asked to voice out or opinion in groups on which music we found suited the movie clip. My opinion was totally different from the rest. Even then, there was someone examining me. I just spoke what I felt, and the person examining me gave me a gigantic smile, looked at my number tag, and wrote alot of things. I was the only one who proved my point, while the rest just kept on saying that I was wrong without backing up their opinions. Ironic, huh? Anyway, when the instructor called on some people to do some presentation, all of them agreed with me. So in the end, I won the debate. Muahaha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of things to talk about the day of the audition. Maybe, so much to post about. The most important thing is that I know I tried my best. All I can do is wait, pray and work hard in my studies. If it is God's will, I will get into SOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see life in a new light. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1245007323488270831?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1245007323488270831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1245007323488270831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1245007323488270831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1245007323488270831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-look-out-for-anyone-besides.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6326931293377688840</id><published>2009-06-19T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:42:04.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, now I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one week till my audition. How am I feeling? Erm... ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED! I still haven't perfected my set piece, boo-hoo. Nevermind, lots of practise should do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little while ago, like 1/2hour ago, my ultimate want since last year came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjtMYXgk9sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/MTGOY0lLlY4/s1600-h/DSC00271%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjtMYXgk9sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/MTGOY0lLlY4/s400/DSC00271%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952963943823042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjtOYQpSBFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2hDJd_ojVv4/s1600-h/DSC00272%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjtOYQpSBFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2hDJd_ojVv4/s400/DSC00272%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348955161124537426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sibelius! If you don't know what it is, go google it. I'm not gonna tell you. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano lesson in the morning today. I was kinda happy to hear that I really made an improvement, in other words, "You will do a great job at that audition". Ah, encouragement, music to my ears. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise, practise, PRACTISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6326931293377688840?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6326931293377688840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6326931293377688840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6326931293377688840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6326931293377688840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-now-im-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjtMYXgk9sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/MTGOY0lLlY4/s72-c/DSC00271%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-246443972674966506</id><published>2009-06-14T16:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:16:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it has crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I might not have posted for some time, but that doesn't mean that I've stopped blogging forever. Trust me, every moment that I'm free, I'm thinking about blogging. It just so happens that I haven't been so free these few days. I love writing and blogging lets me express myself in words. So come back often, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was clearing some stuff in my cupboard just and foud these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6L0mKL6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HAEk2CeNOLE/s1600-h/DSC00267%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6L0mKL6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HAEk2CeNOLE/s400/DSC00267%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347103369855643554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6L_u79KI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xD57mQTWQfA/s1600-h/DSC00266%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6L_u79KI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xD57mQTWQfA/s400/DSC00266%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347103372845249698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6Lj6SGkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UJOzlYb4uJI/s1600-h/DSC00265%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6Lj6SGkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UJOzlYb4uJI/s400/DSC00265%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347103365376645698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6LcxQYgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/NpELvH-bTuc/s1600-h/DSC00264%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6LcxQYgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/NpELvH-bTuc/s400/DSC00264%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347103363459736066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6LV8jFHI/AAAAAAAAATw/8hWWLmnkIyA/s1600-h/DSC00263%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6LV8jFHI/AAAAAAAAATw/8hWWLmnkIyA/s400/DSC00263%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347103361628050546"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you're normal, you'd know what these things are. As some might know, I have this interest in necklaces and bracelets. Well, and these fit the bill! Anyway, yes, I am still on the hunt for some bracelets. Just waiting for something that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at a sale like 2 weeks ago, and found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS8iBOY6HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_qbzkzMtP6Q/s1600-h/DSC00253%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS8iBOY6HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_qbzkzMtP6Q/s400/DSC00253%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347105950225983602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like at 45% off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of getting 'Fearless' by Taylor Swift. I don't want to have to use my computer everytime I wanna listen to her songs. But in the end, I'll always go back to classical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS_E3mjI7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/vrYQiCApSLY/s1600-h/taylor_swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS_E3mjI7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/vrYQiCApSLY/s400/taylor_swift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347108747961639858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS_Em9HlkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4AJPSSA29Vw/s1600-h/XPQf32FJXg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS_Em9HlkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4AJPSSA29Vw/s400/XPQf32FJXg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347108743492900418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not have issues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-246443972674966506?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/246443972674966506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=246443972674966506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/246443972674966506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/246443972674966506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-it-has-crossed-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjS6L0mKL6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HAEk2CeNOLE/s72-c/DSC00267%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7529749138400226609</id><published>2009-06-12T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:48:20.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop with the thoughts, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I have no reason for not blogging often eventhough it's the school holidays. WAIT, let me explain! I was very busy. Okay, done explaining.:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano lesson today. Lesson was in the morning, don't ask me why. Got some cool ideas on how I could practise the piano. Hopefully, my new way of practising will help. Patience now, Eliana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda came over to my house to study on Wednesday. After all our hard work, we went for lunch/dinner at Yoshinoya. Then we got into a small arguement about whether the fruits in our drinks were rambutans or longans. I, personally, feel that they were rambutans. I mean, how could longans be so gigantic till the point that you cut a hole in it and take out their seed! Ah, the irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazed at the awesomeness of it all... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjIH5RgyF4I/AAAAAAAAATg/kRbW4vYr9vk/s1600-h/DSC00254%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjIH5RgyF4I/AAAAAAAAATg/kRbW4vYr9vk/s400/DSC00254%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346344388177041282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, THIS, A LONGAN?! Please tell me what you think this fruit is on my tagboard.:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7529749138400226609?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7529749138400226609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7529749138400226609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7529749138400226609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7529749138400226609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-with-thoughts-alright-yes-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCxUqTmMt_4/SjIH5RgyF4I/AAAAAAAAATg/kRbW4vYr9vk/s72-c/DSC00254%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-5579410081468919386</id><published>2009-05-31T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:29:05.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are things to be done and goals to be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 1 June, will be the first day of the June holidays. As I said, I will be heading down to the Esplanade library to borrow some CDs. Don't intend to borrow any sheet music for the time being cos I have so many things to practise on the piano already. Also will be going myself. That's right, not with Brenda, cos I just want to come home quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received my set piece from SOTA on Wednesday night. Isn't very easy, have to admit that. Will have to work very hard to perfect it. Don't know what's wrong with me all of the sudden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I have this new interest for bracelets. I just like the feeling of something dangling on risk. No, different from watches, they feel stuck to your hand. Anyway, shall keep an eye on nice bracelets. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I'll ever get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-5579410081468919386?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5579410081468919386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=5579410081468919386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5579410081468919386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/5579410081468919386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-things-to-be-done-and-goals.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1302127116910696591</id><published>2009-05-22T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:37:04.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like I'm getting older each day, each minute. Wait, I am! People keep telling me that when I'm young, I wish to be old. But when I'm old, I wish to be young. It gets confusing after some time, huh? Like you don't what you want, what to wish for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you get older, your fashion sense starts to change for the better.(Hopefully!) From OP T-shirts to Iora blouses. From sneakers to canvas shoes. It gets weird, not only for you, but for your friends surrounding you. And then when someone says you look nice, your legs go all wobbly and you reply with a "Huh, really? Thanks." and your cheeks flush red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I have this great love for clothes. Yes, CLOTHES. Doesn't seem me, right? That's precisely my point! It's a whole new world out there as I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to spend my holidays at the Esplanade once a week and the same for studying with Brenda. As for the rest of my days, I will be studying on my own and practising the piano. Gonna try exposing myself to all kinds of music. Wanna make an impression to the panelists that I know my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to ace it this one time, then things will be smooth sailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1302127116910696591?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1302127116910696591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1302127116910696591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1302127116910696591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1302127116910696591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/seems-like-im-getting-older-each-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-1871356730669445520</id><published>2009-05-21T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:28:17.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel inspired and motivated for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTA's Open Symposium yesterday rocked! So the talk basically explained what was the admission criterias to get into the school, how the new SOTA will look like in Bras Bersah and how the BI Diploma. For some odd reason, I feel strangely motivated. I've been talking about the school ever since last night, after the symposium. Mummy also signed me up for the Talent Academy/ audition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I praticed the piano, I realised that I've improved tremendously. Must be because of the talk last night, getting me all inspired and motivated and stuff. So I found my playing with little flaws, and I even tried experimenting with expression and dynamics. Then did theory, and prepared for tomorrows mock exam. Meaning I took a look through the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Captain's ball for P.E today. Was wesome, taking into the account I got passed the ball many times and I think I only missed once cos the ball flew too high and I couldn't grab it. Weird thing though, I was always passed the ball by either Yong Hui or Rebecca. As many may have noticed, I don't really talk to her too much, I have no idea why. Just wanted to point this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhs, I know what I'm doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-1871356730669445520?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1871356730669445520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=1871356730669445520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1871356730669445520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/1871356730669445520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-inspired-and-motivated-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-7080296330246945485</id><published>2009-05-19T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:06:19.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't fake that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over! The last one was last Thursay, if I'm not wrong. But there isn't any time for slacking just yet, so I'll still have to continue to press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an extra piano lesson today. You know, cos the audition's soon and stuff. Did a theory mock exam and had some careless mistakes. Same old, same old. Guess I will have to be more careful next time. The usual. Gonna have another mock exam on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed my social studies homework. Brenda and I did a powerpoint presentation. More like I did cos she doesn't have the programme, can't blame the girl, really. If you are interested to a look at it, jut say the word, alright? This presentation will probably be the one our social studies grade in our report book will be based on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to SOTA's Open Symposium tomorrow, kinda excited. I think I explained what it was in the previous post so I shan't explain again. Should probably go catch some Z's now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn. Eliana hopes she doesn't get scolded tomorrow in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-7080296330246945485?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7080296330246945485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=7080296330246945485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7080296330246945485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/7080296330246945485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-fake-that-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-6091800102082689914</id><published>2009-05-15T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:04:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I understand. I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, guys. Feel much better now, really. Still coughing and the occasional puking though. But I'll be fine. Seems that I fall sick ALOT MORE often this year. Must be because of staying up till 1am in the morning and stress. Nevermind, I'll pull through even while being sick. Yes, fellow P6's, we'll pull through this period of time. Then once PSLE's over, we'll take off our school uniforms and slip into jeans, a T-shirt and just slack! All till we go to Sec 1, lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to school on Tuesday. Was sent to the sick bay during social studies period cos I fell down while feeling faint and puked. Cruella hasn't scolded me since that day. My conclusion? She's afraid I'll faint and puke again if she opens her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've reached the 3rd movement of 'Sonatina'! Now, it's just a matter of pratising and using my brains to figure out what to do. Then once the practising part is over, I'll experiment with adding expression to the piece. Hopefully, that'll do the trick. Eliana's currently thinking, "Hello! Does anyone actually get what I'm saying(or in this case, writing)?!" Nevermind, I am sure there are other people in this world of mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna attend SOTA's Open Symposium this coming Wednesday. It was impossible to forget with fliers "flying" all around the school on Wednesday. I'm sure I'll learn learn more about their unique connected curriculum, innovative teaching pedagogy, vibrant school life and admission criteria at this information talk. This talk will definitely help with the audition. Hoping to see Dr Joyce Koh in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the things a girl does when she gets crazy ideas that might actually work! (Talking about myself, like duhs...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-6091800102082689914?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6091800102082689914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=6091800102082689914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6091800102082689914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/6091800102082689914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120282118496165986.post-8636675040375271967</id><published>2009-05-11T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:04:49.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have it. *cough *cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Chinese exam. You're probably thinking "Eliana should be studying instead of blogging now. Heck, this is an awesome post!" First of all, when you have a fever at 38.4 degrees for most of the week and you aren't allowed to go to school, you have plenty of time for studying. Secondly, I was just kidding about the "awesome post" thing. I just love blogging and writing. But if you find my posts awesome, feel free to compliment. It's free and you'll get a cute smile from me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new theory exam paper to do. Cos Brownie did something to my last one and it got soaked.:p Obviously, I threw it away. So, now I'll just continue doing from where I stopped in the last paper.  Just one of those times where I ask myself what is the sake of having a dog. Then I remember that he has no where else to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is study week! Will bury my head in books, hoping that'll enlarge my brain. And once Friday afternoon comes, I'll be able to chill again. Yep, then I can start thinking about the June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26. ARGH, it's alreay May 11! I know it sounds like I still have time, but I REALLY don't. What if I make a mistake? Nah, I won't. Just need practise and confidence. I'm just scaring myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner. Haha, he's the actor for Jacob Black in Twilight. Oh yeah, New Moon's coming out! Yeah, they figured he looks much better without the long hair. But then their missing the big point. He's a werewolf, AH. And they claim Twilight and New Moon's based on the original Stephanie Meyer series. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retiring to my bed to rest now... ZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120282118496165986-8636675040375271967?l=replay-my-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8636675040375271967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120282118496165986&amp;postID=8636675040375271967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8636675040375271967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120282118496165986/posts/default/8636675040375271967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replay-my-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7808UgT_mc/TXDVFe79aWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zLxF1zCKcaI/s220/tiger%2Bcub.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
