<?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-6996066742235082874</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:14:32.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-7106621472068838945</id><published>2009-06-01T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:27:59.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl's true self</title><content type='html'>For friends who understands me well enough, like Sharene, will know that I don't/can't get angry so easily(only in front of a lot of people). But these people will also know that I can be very hypocritical. I may be your "good" friend, but behind your backs, I will be "sharing"  with other people who share the same view with me all the "bad" things you've done. This may not be a very nice thing, but worry not, I only "share" about facts. Furthermore, I don't do this to all my friends, in other words, enemies. Sharene may know that, I may have "hated" Clara for a period of time, but I did not do anything to worsen her relationship with her other friends. To put it simply, I don't just spread "real" rumours about a friend just because I hate him/her. I do this only to friends who have been pressing my buttons and betraying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I may have betrayed my friends' trust and hurt them on many occassions before but i deny the fact that I have never apologised to them for my wrong doings. I may seem indifferent, at first, if you've been pushing my limits, but after a period of time, I will start treating you indifferently as well. Soon, you'll find that I am treating you rather coldly and hanging out with you less. But, this does not occur all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things does change when I find that you'd betrayed my trust. I may ignore you for a day, a week or a year. I'm not sure myself. If I have to keep apologising for something I have not done wrong or keep giving in to you, it is definite that my heart and soul will harden against you and soon I may really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a friend whose name I shan't reveal who had been treating me like her best friend yet not her best friend. I guess many people already knew about it and are against her ignorant and proud attitude. I pray that this friend of mine would swallow her pride and change her attitude before my heart really harden. You have my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-7106621472068838945?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/7106621472068838945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=7106621472068838945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7106621472068838945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7106621472068838945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheryls-true-self.html' title='Cheryl&apos;s true self'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-3830283794143804259</id><published>2009-04-14T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:13:32.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM DOWN..</title><content type='html'>Got our hist and lit test today.. Don't really like the feeling of it. Those kind of  'I am going to fail' feeling.. Suppose to write 5 paragraphs for hist essay but I only managed to write 2. Feeling all sick and tired as well. Down with flu for, lemme see, 5 days. No mood to study, no mood to move, no mood to work. Till this virus leave me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-3830283794143804259?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/3830283794143804259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=3830283794143804259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/3830283794143804259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/3830283794143804259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-down.html' title='I AM DOWN..'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-6570453163791609429</id><published>2009-02-02T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:14:20.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't you be grateful?</title><content type='html'>At first I thought she was nice. But it turns out the other way.. Well, heard from Christina that the person who told Mrs ---- all the bad things about me was her. She is my buddy after all!&lt;br /&gt; This is why I'm on the prefects' extended probation: school uniform not up to standard, rude, proud, attitude problem, some kind of attitude that shows that I don't want to change for the better. What on Earth is this? Can't Mrs---- see for herself that my skirt(size 27) is far below my knee? Much longer than most prefects.She isn't blind, is she? Next, rude. Yeah, agree that I was rude to a boy. But he called me Sicko first and had never called me by my name before. It is either Sicko or Idiot. At the very least I called him by his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Is worst! I reached my assigned duty place promptly at 10:35am and this particular concillor actually accused me. She said that I was late for duty but seriously, I wasn't! I even saw her got to a girl and asked her to switch off her phone and then went to another and then, she walked towards Eugene. She kept saying that I was late and when I tried to explain to her that I wasn't and what I saw, she said that I was being rude and shouldn't talked to her that way. So what if she's my senior and a councillor, she should at least listen to me! Then she continued saying that I should not move about once I start my duty, cannot eat, cannot drink, cannot wash my face, cannot talk to my friends. But the very thing is, I did none of those! I had no friends there, did not even drank a sip of water even though my ulcer hurt, did not eat and wash my face. She also did not think of me.. We had PE in the hall which ended at 10:20, then i had to walk to my class, get my clothes and line in the toilet because I had to change into my uniform.. That should have took more than the mere 15mins so i rushed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my mum wants to call the school. Hopefully I won't be send for counselling. And one more thing, the prefectorial board should be grateful to us, trainees. We had to sacrifise our recess and many more and yet, I'm still being accused. If my explanation to the prefects ain't enough, I demand to see the CCTV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-6570453163791609429?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/6570453163791609429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=6570453163791609429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/6570453163791609429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/6570453163791609429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2009/02/shouldnt-you-be-grateful.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t you be grateful?'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-6007532493475354081</id><published>2008-11-27T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:27:35.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Dance, was living hell few days back. I was scolded, badly. With Senior's ugly stare and sarcastic remark, it indeed was a living hell. Shouldn't dance be enjoyable? SYF made me all work up and stress. Yeah, how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dance today. Well, it wasn't all that bad. I didn't screw up so often but still, my coach don't seem all that pleased. I wonder why I was selected for such an important event. I don't think I'm up to it. I'm a slow learner, not flexible, and I guess, I'm dragging everyone down. But still, today dance lesson was completed, it was almost perfect. I'm happy now--27/11/08-- unlike last moday: I was a complete emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I want to thank some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Mei -- instead of saying anything,, she guided me instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Ching --maybe I'm a slacker - she asked me to practise. And yeah, she helped me in getting some steps right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ru Hui,  Jing Xian, Jeanette, Germin, Kathleen and Gladys -- they helped me in the part where I screw up most often;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Min and Vanessa -- thanks for giving me advice on how to do the steps correctly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I want to say thank you to my friends and seniors for guiding me so far and sorry, if you think I'm a hindrance. Yeah, you must be irritated, for me to keep screwing up. Once again, sorry and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-6007532493475354081?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/6007532493475354081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=6007532493475354081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/6007532493475354081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/6007532493475354081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-3475546790090484366</id><published>2008-10-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:00:22.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a sad girl today.....</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Did well for EOY but regret not studyin for all the tests and MYE cuz they take overall result. How can that be. I studied so hard then they go add in the GSA. Why must they add in the tests? Some people can ask other classes for tests questions mah. See lah, Cheryl. Don't take your tests seriously lah! kay.. Next year I will put in double the effort and get better results. Must get in to triple science class!! C'mon get a hold of yourself! Be like Chanel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously that's is something to be real sad of... But the worst is,,,i'm gonna be seperated from all my buddies!!!&lt;br /&gt;Timothy-------the make me happy when I'm sad guy&lt;br /&gt;Jie Min--------my precious daughter&lt;br /&gt;Clarice---------my good friend&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...still have a whole list. I'm gonna be real sad. But, fortunately, I still have Louise, Janice, Christina, Chanel, and yay!Rebecca is coming over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-3475546790090484366?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/3475546790090484366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=3475546790090484366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/3475546790090484366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/3475546790090484366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-sad-girl-today.html' title='Still a sad girl today.....'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-6025788495730064198</id><published>2008-10-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:35:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>left behind</title><content type='html'>Left behinf by so many. I'm dragging everyone. In dance, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said, the higher your hopes, the greater the disappointment. I was hoping to be one of them. I worked hard. I got good results. I did speeches. I did my duty, though slacking at times, but I have my reasons. I wore skirts so long. I kept my pierced ear empty this whole year. I wore my tag. Indeed, I'm inferior to those around me but how am I inferior to them. I just need the reasons, that's all. Some aren't that goog, are they? Just that they are noticed by other people but I'm not. Just that some were given a chance, but I'm not. I'm calefare after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those not chosen, are they smart to quit? Cause if they don't, like me, they might be doing free labour. How am I inferior to them? Those confirmed people? I should be transferring. But I chose not to. She said I was too quiet, but am I? I thought that there were so many more who are even more quiet. I thought I was noisy enough. Doing speeches and all and even soming in second for the most recent elocution contest. Maybe I've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, for my results. As I've said, I did pretty well. But no time to feel proud. I'm only sec 1, still a long way more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;English-69.63(B3)&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics-88.5(A1)&lt;br /&gt;Science-90(A1)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-70.8(A2)&lt;br /&gt;Literature-70(A2)&lt;br /&gt;Geography-92.5(A1)&lt;br /&gt;History-86(A1)&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics-79(A1)&lt;br /&gt;Art-59(C5)  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's all. And, I'm a sad machine today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-6025788495730064198?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/6025788495730064198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=6025788495730064198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/6025788495730064198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/6025788495730064198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/10/left-behind.html' title='left behind'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-7277551393538892319</id><published>2008-10-05T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:02:23.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer love or sheer pride</title><content type='html'>2 more papers to go and I'm done. I'm wining the battle. Yay. But a warrior needs rest. I am resting haha. Left with maths paper one and home economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to Canon in C, then, I came across this comment on youtube: "....a professional pianist doesn't practice for the applause or the money, but just out of a sheer love for the piano...." Yeah, isn't that why Mozart is Mozart today and Vivaldi is Vivaldi? They are so good because of their love for music. That sheer love is so powerful that it could bring someone so far, just like God's love for us. Sacrifising His only Son for us. But when I think about myself, am i practising the violin because I love it? Or because I desire those 'oohs and ahhs' from my friends. Is it because of sheer pride that I'm practising. That I desire applause, I desire the money, I desire the comments? Though a complete ameteur, I have already such ugly thoughts. A failed musician I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-7277551393538892319?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/7277551393538892319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=7277551393538892319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7277551393538892319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7277551393538892319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/10/sheer-love-or-sheer-pride.html' title='Sheer love or sheer pride'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-2027125359739420543</id><published>2008-07-26T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:24:42.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is money more important then your daughter's feeling?</title><content type='html'>Why must I wear clothes pass down from my sister?&lt;br /&gt;Why must I wear my sister's clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you at least think about me?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you at least think of my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Why must you hurt my feelings so badly?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see me cry again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear a dress in which I can raise my head and say that it is mine, my very own. But the thing is, I don't even have one. I remember last ROD, I have to wear my sister's dress. I don't like it, but I have no choice. Either wear or don't go. Next Friday I'll be going to Victoria Theatre-dress code: formal. I asked my mum to buy me a dress and she said that my sister has plenty. Yes. Plenty. Formal? no. last ROD I wore a extreme short and white colour with millions on little cherries and shiny with glitter dress. Was too short so i wore a jeans. I remembered like yestarday what happened. I cried coz then there was not a single formal dress. So, not to embarrass myself next friday, iasked my mum to buy me a dress. She said no. Said that i could wear my sister's dress. But my sister has none. none at all. So then I said if she doesn't wants to help me buy, i will go to This Fasion and buy it myself since it costs only $26 there and guess what she said, she said if i were to wear a dress from This Fasion, don't i ever there to say that she is my mother. SHe said the clothes there are too low clas. Then,get me a high class one,but she insists that i save money.I have enough of all this,isn't wearing my sister's clothes low class?My mother is too poor to even get me a dress.that she is so poor that i don't even have one single dress.that i have to always wear my sister's clothes.i just want one dress and I have saw one that i like in This Fasion that costs only $26. ain't i savinga lot then my sister whose dress can cost up to a hundred? my sister said that she needs a formal wear for her upcoming presentation and my mum brought her round Singapore's OG to look for it. My mum haven't even thought of bringing me aroud to take a look at the dress. does she know how much it hurts me. the comparison.Jie Min and Jeslyn both have a sister and they were never asked to wear their sister's clothe. but when i was younger, my clothes were passed down, from my sister to me.my violin bag's handle broke apart and i told my mum about it. i was expecting that she would buy me a new bag but she told me to carry it with the other handle. if she wants to save money that badly, why did she even give birth to me in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-2027125359739420543?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/2027125359739420543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=2027125359739420543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/2027125359739420543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/2027125359739420543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-money-more-important-then-your.html' title='Is money more important then your daughter&apos;s feeling?'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-3081459653647348991</id><published>2008-05-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:55:43.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don wanna give up</title><content type='html'>I must hang on to the tough trainings. I must make it to Thanksgiving, let alone SYF. The little girl was crying, I wonder if she had pulled through, I wonder if she is still crying. A little girl as young as 4 years old, 5 years old, pushed through tough trainings, persevere those torture and gave a cry instead of giving up. In hope of being choosen for some competition, I guess, she was sent away from mama, was sent away from papa, see them only once every 3 months, she still strives. She cries, I suppose, every lesson. But yet, she didn't give up. Lessons everyday in a week, like how we have to go to school and study, she goes for her gymnastic lessons. I wonder what's wrong with her, what's wrong with the coaches, her parents. Why make a little girl suffer so much. She heartens me, when i see her persevering. She is, like a diamond in a rough. I wonder where else could I still see such strong soul. But I wondered, is it really her parents, her teachers- no it isn't -it's herself. She could have given up a long long time ago. But she didn't. She probably wants to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of myself. I gave up ballet. Now I'm in dance. Zhou lao shi is always so strict. I never had a chance to relax. But then, i realised that he aint as strict. I don't wanna give up, I want to make it into Thanksgiving with the other 21-22 girls, then into SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to persevere, I have my resolve. Thanks Father, I pray for that little girl, that she would continue to persevere and I hope that I would be able to see her in the olypics. Pls pull her through, and me, too. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-3081459653647348991?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/3081459653647348991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=3081459653647348991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/3081459653647348991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/3081459653647348991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-don-wanna-give-up.html' title='I don wanna give up'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-7877780316884793384</id><published>2008-04-15T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:08:32.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until death do us apart</title><content type='html'>I shall be with you, till death do us apart, no! We shall meet in Heaven once again. You are ever so special, you know me ever so well, you play the music according to my little emotions. Violin dear, we shall never part. You shall stay with me, you are my very best friend, I cannot live without you. I want to showcase your talent, together with mine. Your strenghts are mine, your weaknesses are mine, my determination is yours to be, my cowardly-self is yours to be. We will combine this strenghts and make a perfect violinist. We will survive in fire, we will survive under ocean, we will brave through thick and thin, yes we will, together with God's help and assistance, we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will run up to the stage and showcase our talents. I will one day shout and proclaim that I am yours and you are mine. I will work with double the determination, double the passion, double the perserverence to emulate the best violinist known. Yes, I believe I can, I believe I will be able to do it. But, I'll need your help, and Father's help to strive through this, to shine like the sun in the middle of the crowd and shoot through the talents like an arrow. I will make you prowd, I will make you visible, I will do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, please assist me through this, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-7877780316884793384?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/7877780316884793384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=7877780316884793384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7877780316884793384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7877780316884793384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/04/until-death-do-us-apart.html' title='Until death do us apart'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-4268900832499215691</id><published>2008-04-12T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:28:01.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems, violins, Poets, violinists</title><content type='html'>I came across this video of a girl about 7 this year. I was.. I was.. I just could believe what I saw. Guess what. She is only 7 yet she has travelled all over the world, winning international competition. She is a violinist. She shall be the future violin girl. Well, being a violinist too, I do feel a little jealous. But, it took her sweat and pain to come this far. It was her hardwork that brought her this far. Can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just learned how to write acrostic name poems so I thought maybe I would like to write some of my good friends and I. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl is a girl of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Handsome, charming, and everything you shall see&lt;br /&gt;Even with angels you can't compare&lt;br /&gt;Really it's true even if it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to grow big and strong&lt;br /&gt;Like a warrior,  is always so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara is her name&lt;br /&gt;Learned and cute in every way&lt;br /&gt;Always bringing a smile with her&lt;br /&gt;Rarely does she goes near fur&lt;br /&gt;A girl you would never miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for active&lt;br /&gt;Daring, bold and fun&lt;br /&gt;Elf-like not under the sun&lt;br /&gt;Like a fairy you would say&lt;br /&gt;I think to see, you would better pay&lt;br /&gt;Nice, sweet little girl she is&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should like to give her a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanel shall this name shine&lt;br /&gt;Here already she strives&lt;br /&gt;Always striving to be best&lt;br /&gt;Never negative her character that's&lt;br /&gt;Earned my respect this girl has&lt;br /&gt;L is for love, the loveliest girl I ever saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-4268900832499215691?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/4268900832499215691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=4268900832499215691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/4268900832499215691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/4268900832499215691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/04/poems-violins-poets-violinists.html' title='Poems, violins, Poets, violinists'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-8232214746899952153</id><published>2008-03-20T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:08:01.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The urge to want to do better</title><content type='html'>I want to be better, I want to strive to be better. No! I want to be best! Yes, that's what I want. I want to be best. But, there is only one best for one person so if I'm best, the person who wants to be best can't be, and everyone wants to be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never best or top until Primary 5. Reason being, I'm too smart. Haha. Yes, that's the fact. I went to the top class every year in my primary school, and every year, I didn't top the class. There was always someone better than me and they were really good. They could score straight hundred when I was only aiming for straight 80s. They then became my school top PSLE 'scorer'. When I was still in the top class in Primary 3, I slacksd. I didn't have the motivation to carry on studying. It was useless. I couldn't be top, and the marks i cscored weren't for me, but my parents. The then I could have been known to everyone as hopeless. I studied only to make sure that I was still in the top class the next year. I was in the top class only till primary 4. It was expected. How could someone actually still remain in the top class when they were studying only for the sake of studying? But thanks to Father and His plan of placing me in the second class, the today me was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pupils of the second class seem to be especially weak in maths, which, was my best and favourite subject. I top the class in maths for just the first term, and then, I wanted to top the class again. I studied very hard, just to ensure that I top the class again. I maths teacher, was elated, she made me monitress. I suppose, haha, I was her pride. Soon after, due to some reasons, my teacher changed. But still, with hard work, and the great effort I put in, I still top the class, with Kamala and Natdanai competing with me. We, somehow took turns to top the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English wasn't as good as it is now. You could actually expect a 65 in my English language then.(We actually changed a total of 3 teachers during my P5 days) Except for Ms Heng, I didn't really bother about how badly I've done for my English and Chinese. My science used to be quite too. I had 84 for the third term and when I had 79 for the next, Ms Heng really seem to be quite angry with me. Well, get back to English and Chinese. My English wasn't that good, even though it wasn't that bad too. 65-75 were the range of my english score for the whole of the P5 year. It isn't that bad as compared to my chinese language. Chinese was a total let down. When comparing subjects scores or anything, my friends would only compare my chinese scores. They knew it would be difficult to win me in the other few subjects. haha, I was really very, very smart, and am still very smart. My chinese failed twice, and lucky as I am I pass the term 4 chinese, with a score of 50/100. I was, well, satisfied, I wasn't even expecting a pass. I was to go to the not so good yet not so bad chinese class when I was in P6. My then friends used to tease me with my chinese results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new friends, I set a higher goal. There were pupils in my class who scored 100/100 for maths while I only scored 80++(I was in still in the 2nd best class when I was in P6). I strived harder, yet still, cannot be best in maths. There were still people scoring 100. Like me, they have weaknesses too. I was bad in chinese and they were weak in English. Unexpectedly, I top the class in English!! I 100% wasn't expecting it. My science wasn't that bad, though I hated science. But still, i was probably in the top 5 for science? Well, my english top the class at the first exam, and my teacher started to pin her hopes on me. But during the second exam, my english result dropped terribly. Everyone was dissappointed. Even I was dissappointed. Someone else top the class, an arch rival of mine, i suppose. My chinese also improved a lot! i scored 75 through out the year, and none of my friends dared to challange me, because I was better than them as each term pass. They no longer teased me. During the thirld term, I top the class in English once again. And my maths, if i can remember, did not top the class. Someone scored 100 again, but well, I didn't mind. I still top the class in English, and, I was 3rd in my class for prelim(class, not level)! Well, too bad, there wasn't an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sec school results.... Maths 95, science 76, English 76, geography 55, Literature 60, History 85, Chinese 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I got a disgusting score. So ugly, when I studied especially hard for it. I wasn't expecting it. And today, I want to strive for the for it once again. Today, we had a self introduction. It was about what your ambition is. Worst of all, it had to be said in chinese. I was racking my brain, pulling my hair yestarday as to what to say. There is so much I want to say but unfortunately, I don't have the ability to do it. What I can say was limited due to my poor chinese vocab. There is so little words in my chinese dicitionary. But today, I went to the front of my class and said whatever I wanted to. I mustered my courage to go up in front of the class. I told the class that I want to be a light stewardess, even though I want to be president, because flight stewardess only need to know basic chinese. I told them that the usage of chinese in me was limited. I speak english to everyone. But today, my teacher said that i did pretty well in the self-introduction. He said I can do better in future. With just this slight encouragement, I felt that my chinese still has hope.  Hope was formed. I want to strive to be better in my chinese language. I want to thank, Mr Neo for his encouragement and Xin Er for helping me out. My mother yestarday wasn't really able to help me. Her chinese is as bad as mine, and I don't think I have say about my dad's chinese. It is far worse than mine. Can't blame them. They are English educated. Their poor child got their genes and, their child's chinese became as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did well today!! I speak more than 3mins in a row. Yay!! I want to thank Mr Neo and Xin Er again. THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Prodigy,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-8232214746899952153?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/8232214746899952153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=8232214746899952153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/8232214746899952153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/8232214746899952153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/03/urge-to-want-to-do-better.html' title='The urge to want to do better'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-7504335627905327488</id><published>2008-03-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:49:37.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Today.... I'm feeling straight right down.... Firstly, I had my tuition at 10 this morning. I didn't spend my time wisely. Hard-earned cash just went right into the bin. 1 lesson costs $40 and today, I spend the whole 2 hours doing just 2 maths sums. Furthermore, I didn't do the maths sums by myself. I was spoonfed by my tutor. Basically, I spend almost the whole 2hrs complaining on how difficult the sum was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my violin lesson today. It was worse!! My friend's parent's has a store just next to my violin studio and I was carried away playing with her that I lost track of time. My teacher had to come out of the studio to look for me(she knows where I will be). Then, 'she' spend about 15mins trying to fix my violin. The string snapped the day before. The worst part was that the screw was jam and it took a long time to be fixed. Damn violin. This is what you call a middle-class violin. It costs my mum $126.50. Should have bought it at Yamaha instead. Market price for a 'normal' violin is about $150 and I bought it far below the market rice. Furthermore a full-size violin worths $180!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded today... Today, today,today.... I hate today. I got scolded by my violin teacher. She said I was out of tune, she said I wasn't counting, she said I wasn't playing it right, she said I wasn't playing it well enough, she said, she said and she said. Probably she is in  a bad mood today. Well, she can't really blame me for it. I get distracted every time I count, so I don't count and play it to roughly the beat I must play. Proffessional musicians do it this way, don't they? My grade 7 pianist cousin told me she don't count either. She told me she gets distracted everytime she counts too. My teacher should actually feel honoured having such a talented violinist. I can play proffessionally at my age and at my grade!! She should really control herself from scolding me because other students would be affected too. If she is in a bad mood when she is with me then her other students' after me would suffer too.(it is on a 1 teacher 1 student basis). Poor students. I pity you. You are going to get scolded because Miss Chan is not happy today, especially after teaching me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw a ballet poster. A Ballet class leaflet to be exact. I feel evious of my friend today. I quit ballet after learning it for 6 years. Now, I suddenly feel an urge to learn ballet again and to finish it. I learn 6 years of ballet in my Pri school. It was a waste of money. Six years in grade two and vanessa learn for only 2 years and nowshe is in grade 3. Maybe I should continue my ballet studies. But now, it is up to my mum to make the decision, furthermore, I don't think she will allow it. Even if she does allow it, my dad won't let me. He is concern of every bit I am made into. He is afraid I'll be too stress. My mum wanted me to go into ballet and violin studies but my dad would only let me tae up 1, which I chose was violin. I was somehow bored of ballet after learning it for so many years. So I continue my violin studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in a nutshell, I feel very stress today, put aside I have a lot tuition homework today and didn't even complete any tasks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I hope that You will help me make the decision of to whether continue my ballet studies or not. In the mighty name of Jesus, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child prodigy,&lt;br /&gt;Chieryl Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fought a good fight, I have finshed the race, I have kept the faith.&lt;br /&gt;2Timothy 4:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-7504335627905327488?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/7504335627905327488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=7504335627905327488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7504335627905327488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/7504335627905327488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/03/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-8476325201464394796</id><published>2008-02-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:01:29.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The  Difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got up early one morning&lt;br /&gt;and rushed right into the day;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I didn't have time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Problems just tumbled about me,&lt;br /&gt;and heavier came each task,&lt;br /&gt;'Why doesn't God help me?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wondered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He answered, 'You didn't ask'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty,&lt;br /&gt;but the day toiled on grey and bleak,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wondered why God didn't show me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He said, 'You didn't seek,'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried to come into God's presence;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used all my keysat the lock,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gently and lovingly chided,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'My child, you didn't knock,'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up early this morning,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and paused before entering the day;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I had to take time to pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-8476325201464394796?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/8476325201464394796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=8476325201464394796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/8476325201464394796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/8476325201464394796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/02/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996066742235082874.post-1751471017449958175</id><published>2008-01-10T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:59:58.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first week at school 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling shy, scared, lost and angry, like anyone child would feel, I entered my new Secondary school. I am a new student to GMSS, my new secondary school. I've just graduated from my primary school and am promoted to a secondary school. First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Cheryl and am 13 this year. GMSS is my school of choice and fortunate as I am, I got in to this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering this school with fear I proceeded to the quadrangle where all of us were suppose to assemble. I looked around me, hoping to find a familiar face but it was to no avail. I was seperated from my friends. Knowing the fact that i'm alone, I felt angry, I was not use to this kind of atmosphere. I wanted to be with my friends but we have all gone on our seperate ways. At that moment, I just hoped GMSS was not of my choice and I was angry with myself not following my friend;'s choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang the National Athem, took the pledge and there is something very new to me. And that is, take the students' creed. We went for Chapel and that is, another very new thing to me. I was not from a Christian primary school so Chapel is very, very, very new to me. Well, it is something where we gather together sing praises to the Lord. Then, we went back to our classroom. Since it is the first day, the class was very quiet. We were shy and no one spoke even when we had to. The day ended with a goodbye to the Sec 1 pals for the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the orientation camp activities. We cheered and dance. With us knowing each other better, the class was slightly chaotic. Well, I suppose, we had all gave the Sec 1 pals a hard time because, when we were suppose to sing, we don't, but when we were not suppose to talk, we talk. I'm not sure if all the shoutings at us had landed the sec 1 pals into a severe sore throat. But, I think it didn't, cause they were shouting at us again the following day. I had make a new friend and her name is Janice. We stayed together most of the time. But I realised that there is something different about the people in this class and my Primary School class. The thing is that the pupils of my primary school do not bother who we sit with. Girl or boy we do not bother. Even the hugging of a boy and a girl were not bothered. But in this class, whenever we are asked to squeeze together, ther will be a long, long river seperating us. Maybe we are shy, since it's only the second day of school. When I realised this, I really hoped that I was with my Primary school friends again. But as the old saying goes, "What's done, can't be undone". We've chose different schools and went on our seperate ways. We can't "re-choose" our school and make time go back. The most is that I've to adjust to the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the longest day at school for the whole week. School ended at 1.15pm sharp on Tusday and Wednesday but it at at 9pm today(last Friday). Why? You asked. That is partially because today is the last day of the orientation. Next week, lessons will begin as usual. Today, we practice non stop for the mass dance competition. It was such a disgrace. We lost in every competition. The cheer, dance, behavior and flag. Well, who says that if we are good in our studies, we must be good in our talents? So we lost totally. I believe the sec 1 pals who had train us so hard, were even more depress than we were. We had a tour around the school and got to know the core value better. The day ended with us all sticky and tired. I dragged my lazy foot all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great time getting to know the people in my class and had a chance to get a better understanding of the school. Surprisingly, even though I still have the slight urge to transfer to another school, I still think think that I had made the right choice choosing GMSS as 1 of the 8 choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996066742235082874-1751471017449958175?l=cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/feeds/1751471017449958175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996066742235082874&amp;postID=1751471017449958175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/1751471017449958175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996066742235082874/posts/default/1751471017449958175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherylhenggmss.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-week-at-school-2008.html' title='My first week at school 2008'/><author><name>What does it really mean to be a friend?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00145577595164210978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ5fwzFlLh0/SiaEgxJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNrDiqeKJAo/S220/Blahblahblah(%3B053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
