<?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-2046972482904380843</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:08:01.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1E2 is loved&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046972482904380843.post-4955260492851293188</id><published>2008-04-14T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:33:16.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT IS MY ASPIRATION?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Actually I don't really know what really my aspirations are. Because, none of us can predict one's future.&lt;u&gt; If&lt;/u&gt; we pass away the next day, then it will be a waste of thinking so hard for our aspiration. And it is also a waste of our precious time. I will rather use these precious time to do other important things. Thus, i think that this wasn't need. Perhaps, i can start thinking and working towards my goal later, when I am older. However, I was told and was need to write an essay about my aspiration-which is our ambition. therefore, I will write an essay about an ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Almost each of us have ambitions at almost every stage of our life. But, I am excluded as I have told you. Equally significant is that often our ambition tend to change occasionally according to our environment, aptitude and inclinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Okay, now I will write an essay about being a teacher. When i grow up, i wish to be a teacher. Teaching always fascinated me. Because teachers are very important to students. They educate students by educating others and must not stop learning even when one is old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;To be a teacher, we need to further our education and undergo a teacher's training course. Nobody is born to be a good teacher. One must possess a lot of patience, dedication and love for the profession if one is to impart the true pleasures of teaching then seeing their students achieving their goals and becoming good citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A teacher's job is not easy. In fact, it is tough. Teacher has to prepare students' lessons beforehand and mark piles of books. A good teacher encourages his or her students not only to enjoy being a student, but also enjoy studying. If my ambition is being a teacher in my later stage of my life, i intend to fulfill my ambition by learning techniques and applying them as i go along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;An ambition must not die easily, for without it our lives become incomplete and unchanging. I would certainly like to continue my studies to such a level that is enables me to perform any duties as a good and better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lastly, being a teacher wasn't my ambition at all! As I Don't know what's my ambition currently. And this is what i think a person whose ambition is being a teacher will write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, I don't really care if this is a personal recount or not. Beacause, this is what i feel &amp;amp; what i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046972482904380843-4955260492851293188?l=jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/4955260492851293188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046972482904380843&amp;postID=4955260492851293188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/4955260492851293188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/4955260492851293188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-my-aspriation-actually-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046972482904380843.post-4866161016829484873</id><published>2008-04-14T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:32:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A memorable experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;A MEMORABLE EXPERIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This year, i went to Bangkok with my father, mother and brother. It was a great opportunity for us to go overseas because it was the Chinese New Year holiday which stretched to five days, including the weekends. Therefore, we took the golden opportunity to go to Bangkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It had been ten years since I last went to Bangkok. ten years ago, I was only three years old and i could hardly remember how does Bangkok look like, what I did there and many more. And now, I went to Bangkok and found out that there was a lot of shopping centres. My parents told me that ten years ago, there was only one shopping centre which had just been built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, there is shopping centre after shopping centre, until we could not even finish shopping in there four days. The shopping centres there are very big. Some are even blogger than our Singapore's biggest shopping shopping centre- vivo city. I did really enjoy my this trip to Bangkok. Time fly in a blink of an eye and it was the fourth day. We needed to bid farewell Bangkok and go back to Singapore. How I wish that these four days could be longer. After these four days in Bangkok, I have learnt more about the life there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish I can go to other countries in my holidays more. This memorable experience will be vividly etched in my mind forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046972482904380843-4866161016829484873?l=jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/4866161016829484873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046972482904380843&amp;postID=4866161016829484873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/4866161016829484873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/4866161016829484873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/2008/04/memorable-experience.html' title='A memorable experience'/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046972482904380843.post-1826851171775079241</id><published>2008-02-12T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:53:44.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R7Gdlm0xUrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lvR_h-mZ0Dg/s1600-h/P1000329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166083516973273778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R7Gdlm0xUrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lvR_h-mZ0Dg/s200/P1000329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello, this is me,Jolene Phua . This photo is taken during my trip to Bangkok, Thailand during my this year Chinese New Year holiday. And this photo is taken by my mother during my last day in Bangkok. It is in the lobby of the hotel. And we are waiting for the tour guide&lt;em&gt; ' dao you ' in hokian,&lt;/em&gt; to arrive and fetch us to the airport. Then i lie on the elephant then my mother take for me.&lt;/span&gt; This picture has remind me of the memories when I'm in Bangkok. I enjoy playing and shopping there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm short and have long black hair. I have a father, mother, brother and grandmother that live with me. I studied in Gan Eng Seng Primary throughout my whole  6 years of primary school. And now, i'm a Hendersonian, and in class 1e2. Lastly a HSS-MDC, Henderson Secondary School - Modern Dance Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm free, i will like to sleep, watch television and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046972482904380843-1826851171775079241?l=jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/1826851171775079241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046972482904380843&amp;postID=1826851171775079241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/1826851171775079241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/1826851171775079241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-pretty-rabbit-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R7Gdlm0xUrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lvR_h-mZ0Dg/s72-c/P1000329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046972482904380843.post-3632596584645557093</id><published>2008-01-30T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:57:23.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4th Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R70uLm0xUvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RjPirE8qE50/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169338724226519794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R70uLm0xUvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RjPirE8qE50/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Starting from the left to right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The left is my father, followed by my brother, then me, the lastly the right, my mother. This is my family. It was taken in Bangkok and we were sitting on this so called "car" called tuktuk by the thai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046972482904380843-3632596584645557093?l=jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/3632596584645557093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046972482904380843&amp;postID=3632596584645557093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/3632596584645557093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/3632596584645557093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/2008/01/4th-post-p.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R70uLm0xUvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RjPirE8qE50/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046972482904380843.post-827482155290371282</id><published>2008-01-29T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:12:56.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO AM I ?!.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My name is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jolene Phua Jing Hwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I'm Female and I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;13 years old&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11th April 2008&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And, my primary school is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gan Eng Seng Primary School&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I'm studying in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Henderson Secondary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And my class is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1E2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm living with my grandmother, father, mother, my brother and my maid=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169000766134899426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R7v6z20xUuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PTnb_riGEWQ/s320/Picture+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046972482904380843-827482155290371282?l=jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/827482155290371282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046972482904380843&amp;postID=827482155290371282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/827482155290371282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/827482155290371282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/2008/01/3rd-post-my-name-is-jolene-phua-jing.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/R7v6z20xUuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PTnb_riGEWQ/s72-c/Picture+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046972482904380843.post-7685751196874834328</id><published>2008-01-16T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:49:37.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dir&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff4aa5;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Makes me ME?!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pokki bounced around happily. She was so excited for the first day of school, she could hardly sit still. Ringgg!!.. The bell rang. Everybody had to settle down quietly. And, Pokki has to sit down in her row of her class.Then they have the morning assemble. After that, Pokki went back to her class,1E2. She found many unfamiliar faces but there's some familiar faces too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her form teacher introduced to her class,"Hello everybody.My name is Kwok Lai Ying. You all can call me Mdm Kwok. So, good morning everybody."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Good morning Mdm Kwok." the student greeted her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the class find a sit and sat down.Then, Mdm Kwok told them what's her expectations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Hand in home works that she had given punctually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Attend school regularly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Pay 100% attention while she's teaching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she marked their attendance.She's also getting to know her students in her class. By getting to know more about the students, she ask her students to one by one and stand up to introduce themselves to her and to the class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" I'll go by index number.So, index number 1, please stand up and introduce yourselves to the whole class."Mdm Kwok told the class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After number 1 had introduced herself, followed by number 2,3,4 and so on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Number 8, it's your turn now to introduce yourself to us."said Mdm Kwok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"OH MY GOD!! It's my turn!"Pokki whispered to herself softly and nervously.Then, she stood up and introduced herself to the class,"Hello class! My name is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pokki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;! I'm thirteen years old when i reach my birthday. I am from Sayonara Primary School. It's near Yasuaki Lane. It's a very good school with good and friendly teachers and friends! I'm insane in my Sayonara Primary School. Just because I like to crack jokes and always laughing, my friends often say I'm sot . And some of my friends claimed that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;escaped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the Mental Hospital! Weird,yeah? Haha.During my leisure time, i usually sleep like pig! You know the pig.. Sleep until..HAHA!! And, I dislike to read story books. It's quite boring in some ways. However, I've read a book about a girl call Totto-Chan, i felt that it's quite interesting.Some part are very funny!! I laught until stomach pain.HAHA!! And my PSLE aggregate is 210. Very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right? But now, I'll work even harder and I'll read more story books to brush up not only my English, my knowledge too.Mdm Kwok, I've finished introducing myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Okay,Pokki, you may sit down.The next one please stand up and introduce yourself to the class." answered Mdm Kwok.Then the next one, followed by one and another.Soon, the whole class had introduced themselves to the class and Mdm Kwok had understand and know them even better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that was recess.Pokki went recess with her friends which also came from Sayonara Primary School. They are Pokka, Selina, Zinky and Pri..Ringggg!!!... The bell rang. The 4 girls went back to their class. Mdm Kwok played games with the class and they were very happy. Some teachers also brought us to see the school and introduced us to the school. Time flies by the blink of an eye.And soon, it was 1.30pm. It's time to go home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mdm kwok said," Goodbye class."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Goodbye and thank you Mdm Kwok," the students replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The students packed their bag and off they went. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pokki went home then, and she enjoyed what she've played and learned in her new secondary school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046972482904380843-7685751196874834328?l=jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/7685751196874834328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046972482904380843&amp;postID=7685751196874834328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/7685751196874834328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/7685751196874834328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-makes-me-me.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046972482904380843.post-2331220578035802555</id><published>2008-01-16T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:51:47.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Experience In Henderson Secondary School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello!!(: Today I'm going to blog a post about my first experience in Henderson Secondary School, which is currently my secondary school . Crystal Tan and Heng Yee had agree to wait for me below my house and we'll walk into the school together, the day before School. Because I was very scared to go in alone. However, I was excited to know how's Henderson Secondary School's life was about. The next day, I went down my house and saw Crystal waiting for me outside the school's gate. We waited there for Heng Yee for 10-20 minutes but to no avail. Then, we decided to go in as we'll be late if we continue waiting for her. We went in and saw Heng Yee and she had already reached there much more earlier before us as she was sitting the first in the row of our class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After that, the principal and some teachers talked to us awhile for about like 15 minutes or so. Then, all the Secondary Ones moved up to the hall,class by class.After we've moved up to the hall, our principal, Mrs Yeo, introduced the school personnel, some rules, and not forgetting, the meanings of &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TSLN.LO.TLLM.GLOCAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TSLN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; stands for&lt;/span&gt; ' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thinking Schools Learning Nation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; '.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stands for&lt;/span&gt; ' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learning Organisation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; '.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stands for&lt;/span&gt; ' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teach Less Learn More&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; '.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GLOCAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is made up of two words&lt;/span&gt; ' &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GLOBAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOCAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; '. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm elated to know the meanings and to understand them. I've also learn many things in Henderson Secondary School and I've gained much knowledge. Principal, Mrs Yeo was &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; funny. She's a nice and friendly principal. But she's &lt;strong&gt;very strict&lt;/strong&gt; at all times and some kind of &lt;strong&gt;fierce&lt;/strong&gt; at times. It's all for our own good, I know.=) It was a &lt;strong&gt;VERY LONG&lt;/strong&gt; address to us.And when we stood up to go for our recess, my legs were like tired and a bit pain. Cause I've sat in the hall for the pass 1 hours or even more. We went down to the canteen for our recess. When the first bell rang, we gather at the parade ground.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then our form teacher, Mdm Kwok, brought us to our class,1E2. I've also saw quite many familiar faces in my class and some unfamiliar faces too. They seem like strangers to me at first. But, after I've made some friends, they're not any strangers to me anymore. They are very friendly and nice. So do the teachers there! It's my pleasure to have such friendly and nice teachers and friends. Then, we selected our chairperson,vice chairperson, secretary, and all the subjects representative. Mdm Kwok's trying to memorise our names too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After that, the bell rang and it was already 1.30pm,and it's time to go home. I walked out with Crystal(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The experiences that I've experienced in Henderson Secondary School will be &lt;strong&gt;vividly etched&lt;/strong&gt; in my mind forever.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046972482904380843-2331220578035802555?l=jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/feeds/2331220578035802555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046972482904380843&amp;postID=2331220578035802555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/2331220578035802555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046972482904380843/posts/default/2331220578035802555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolene-1e2nian.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-experience-in-henderson-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm Jolene.P(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437745835244500363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ijf4lWEBOfw/SYwJA-82xpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gniyqTC3Zqw/S220/P1000754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
