<?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-2496864650158902480</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:27:20.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Chocolate Hearts and Fruity Tarts*</title><subtitle type='html'>Chocolate Hearts and Fruity Tarts. Yeah. Friends. Best friends are forever because no matter what, they stick together. I love cats.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-8733452783926918216</id><published>2009-11-22T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:05:19.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-too brain-dead to think of any nice title. Suggestions, somebody?-</title><content type='html'>Now that it's the school holiday, seriously, I sort of missed school. Every morning, I wake up without a thing to do in mind. Unlike the school days, I jump up from bed the moment I knew I was getting late for school. Well, the excitement to use the computer is not there anymore as I could play all I want in the holidays. In other words, holiday has become a boring thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It suddenly occured to me that my friends who had been through sweet and tough times with me for the past six years, friends whom I have trusted, are going to be strangers in this day, 2010. I don't know, but along the way, everybody will make new friends. Friends, perhaps, who are actually better than your Primary School friends. Friends whose characters you will never expect. But, the memories will still be printed in my mind. And that's the good thing about it. Not erasing them from my mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Maybe 10 years later, we may be out for a gathering. But we won't be close as we had been in our Primary School years. We may be the type of friends who meets in the street and just say 'hi' and 'bye'. We may also be the type of friends who meets in the street and have a long long chat until its sunset. Or maybe even decide to plan a sleepover at each others house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't know. But I wish my friends and I could be the second type of friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-8733452783926918216?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8733452783926918216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=8733452783926918216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8733452783926918216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8733452783926918216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-brain-dead-to-think-of-any-nice.html' title='-too brain-dead to think of any nice title. Suggestions, somebody?-'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-5657737930092123297</id><published>2009-10-13T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:08:03.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; is finally over! Now I can stay at home and do my own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt;, I think that the Math paper is super super difficult. I was, like, cracking my brains for an answer. Luckily, I managed to fill in all the blanks (although not sure if it is correct, confirm wrong).&lt;br /&gt;  Other than the Math paper, I feel that the rest of the subjects were manageable. Like the English paper, surprisingly, there was no reported-speech question. But it was replaced with a pet parrot's (or something like that) question, which I thought was slightly more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cloze&lt;/span&gt; passage was also quite manageable. Not very tough, except for maybe a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;  The comprehension was also quite okay. Same, some questions were easier than the others.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chinese was quite okay also. Except for two 'thinking questions' in the comprehension &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cloze&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I found that Science was in the middle of the scale, between easy and difficult: manageable.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Overall, I felt that the exam was challenging, and also easy. Maybe because of the Math paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I have already sat for the paper, so it is too late and no use for regrets. Finally, after six years of studies, I am finally able to play computer throughout the day (except school hours)! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2496864650158902480-5657737930092123297?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5657737930092123297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=5657737930092123297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5657737930092123297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5657737930092123297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/10/psle.html' title='PSLE'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-1243868266346564215</id><published>2009-04-06T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:45:37.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Kindness Movement</title><content type='html'>To me, kindness means the act of being kind or the act of courtesy to others. Being kind is very important to me as I think if every one is kind to one another, then there will be no riots, no war, no murders and no crimes. If you meet someone and you act kindly, the impression of you to others will be, 'this persons's so kind'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can show kindness by gicing the simplest effort. Like giving up a seat for an elderly or a pregnant lady, to helping someone. Offering to help, or volunteery work is very important. (Except some of the work we don't like. E.g. washing toilet bowls :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans, according to what I think are rude. They rather pretend to be asleep than do a good deed -- give up their seats for the needies. This type of attitude will cause the person to develop a selfish character, which most of us hates. But when we're rude or being selfish, we do not notice it at all. I think that's the reason why most people say Singaporeans are 'kiasu'. We don't like to be left out last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more examples of what I can do to demonstrate kindness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lacing library books into book bins after reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ncouraging kindness in other by demonstrating it first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nitiating friendly conversations with neighbours and colleagues while in the elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oking and smiling are my ways to be friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nderstanding and respecting people's cultures and beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oticing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the people around to offer assistance when needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-1243868266346564215?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1243868266346564215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=1243868266346564215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/1243868266346564215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/1243868266346564215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/singapore-kindness-movement.html' title='Singapore Kindness Movement'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-3988615147209637230</id><published>2009-04-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:57:45.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To The Museum</title><content type='html'>Since it's my second time to the museum, the galleries did not 'wow' me much. Though they really deserved to be 'wow'ed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I always thought museums were haunted. They always looked so dark and creepy, so haunting. They gave me an impression of a huanted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not until I visited the Singapore National Museum. It was defitnitely a really fascinating place. It's just like a library, but stored with juicy imformations of the past, the history of Singapore. I really enjoyed the trip there, with my family (1st trip) and with my classmates (2nd trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's important to have a museum in Singapore as not most Singaporeans can tell tourists anything about Singapore. So, the Singapore National Museum is defitnitely the best place for telling histories of Singapore, especially with the cute-looking companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I like the food gallery the most. Since my first trip there, it has been my favourite galleries of all. I like it because we get to smell the spices. I like the smell of the wolfberry the most, though I don't like eating it. From the smell, we can actually know how food we eat smell like before we actually eat them, like the wolfberry. It smells completely different raw and cook. Like two different planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I learnt a lot of things from the trips. One thing that caught my attetion was the electronics stuff during the olden days. They're really cute looking and they don't a single bit look like the old electronics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-3988615147209637230?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3988615147209637230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=3988615147209637230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3988615147209637230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3988615147209637230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-museum.html' title='A Trip To The Museum'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-7595090118771041244</id><published>2009-04-06T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:14:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Greetings, everyone. To me, Earth hour is a very priceless hour in which saves the Earth (for one hour). What I mean is, by switching off the lights during Earth hour, we can save more electricity for that one hour (not ust because of money). But if we cut down our usage on electrcity,every single day, then the Earth will not 'suffer' from Global Warming and thus, we will not get 'BBQed'. (I mean, hello? It's just like bakin' everyone out there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Earth hour is held on the 28th March this year, from 8.30 pm - 9.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Organising this event will let people understand the importance of Earth, and how it will be like without lights. It also encourgaes all to cut down the amount of electricity we use everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I joined in this event, but technically, only for 10minutes. I went Orchard to shop that night. I reached home only about 9. 20pm. But I was the very-scared-I-would-fall-in-the-dark type (or simply, I'm the afraid-of-the-dark type), so I used the mini torch I bought for camping last year. I really really can't see a thing. I was watching television after I bathe. I was thinking, the electricity I saved just now, is wasted. I'm using it for the television. Oops! Didn't knew that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Earth is now facing its most dangerous sickness, Global Warming. Global Warming is caused by too much of burning, resulting the layer of air protecting Earth to wear out. Global Warming is also caused by too much of cutting down of trees. Trees help to give out air we need for breathing and other purposes. Thus, if we cut too many of them down, Earth will die... (Oh no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We can prevent Global Warming by recycling our items and not using too much of plastic bags. (They look so aunty anyway... Haha... No offence...) The 3Rs. Reuse, reduce and recycle! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    ~PROTECT EARTH! NOW! BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-7595090118771041244?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7595090118771041244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=7595090118771041244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7595090118771041244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7595090118771041244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-8030081283647593756</id><published>2009-03-10T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:29:46.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Educational System</title><content type='html'>I think Singapore's Educational System is strong and powerful. It enables Singapore to work well. If you are a Singaporean, then your future will rely on your studies. Singapore's educational system actually indirectly provide a living for our citizens. Indirectly as in if you don't study well, you won't have a proper job. Thus, they job's salary will not be very high.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The weakness are, I think, the exams and teaching format actually stress out pupils. Primary school pupils when they reach P6, they get stressed out because of PSLE (Primary School Leaving Examinations) as they think these exams set their future, which is quite true. But the teaching format as I think, is not very strong because P6 pupils actually do lots of work but not alot of hands-on activities(as in experiments). Thus, when it comes to doing written paper, as Mr Tan had said, Singapore will win. But when it actually come to hands-on activities, Singapore actually lose out. Because Singapore students are too busy doing papers, homeworks, assessments (blah...blah...) that they neglected hands-on activities and the importance of it. In my opinion, hands-on activities are actually also quite important as it helps to develop a person's creativity. But as I must admit, I actually also quite neglected hands-on activities. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As I said, I think Singapore students are doing well in written papers because they have a strong foundation of a certain subject (thanks to all the teachers =P). Like me, my foundation in Math is not very strong, thus. my Math is very weak. (But I will work harder!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't really dislike Singapore's Educational System except only one thing. The system stress out Pupils. (like me) Especially when I hear hear the word PSLE. And plus, my mum's nagging everyday, "Aiyo! PSLE is coming and you're still lazing around?!" in Chinese. *Sigh* I'm can almost recite that dialouge with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Beside examinations, I think the ministry should encouraged more hands-on activities like experiments to be conducted. Like this, I believe the Educational System would be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When foreign students come to study in Singapore, they face alot of problems and more stress than Singaporean students. Firstly, some of them don't really understand how Singapore's Educational System works. Secondly, they don't have any friends, which causes critisizm to start. I think they should go for a course before coming to Singapore to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn YPJ - *The Twilighter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-8030081283647593756?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8030081283647593756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=8030081283647593756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8030081283647593756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8030081283647593756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/singapore-educational-system.html' title='Singapore Educational System'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-4187016634563276526</id><published>2009-02-24T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:05:26.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside School Avtivities</title><content type='html'>Every Monday, I have to stay back in school until 3pm. So when I reach home, it's around 3.15pm. I will shower first, then have tea-break. (and it's amazing that I don't get fat after the tea-breaks everyday) Then, I will proceed to do my homework. After I finished, I will do the exam papers from other schools which my tuition teacher bought for me to do. I normally do an English Paper and a Math Paper a day. They're all 2008 P6 CA1, SA1, CA2 and Prelim papers. After that, I will have dinner. Then I will go on to practise piano for like 45min - 1h. Then, I will watch a bit of television with my family.(Like half an hour... Because I don't really like the TV. It's actually for the family to sit down and 'unite') I will go to study spelling then go to bed after that. (about 9pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for Tuesday, I will have to stay back until 3.30pm. Then the normal routine, shower, tea-break, homewor, exam papers, piano practise... But I will learn my Chinese Spelling on Tuesday night after watching TV. Then, I will go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is the most dreaded day for me... I have to stay back till 4pm. Then the same again, up to piano practise. Then I will just go to bed. (too tired to watch TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I will go home right after school (12.30pm) Same old, same old... up to piano practise too... I will still watch TV, then do some more papers, and then finally go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday... Another dreaded day. I reach home at about 1.15pm. I will shower, eat lunch then do my hoework. But I have piano lesson from 3.45pm(or 3.30pm) - 4.30pm. So I will not take tea-break. :( Then I will come home, do my papers and then I will take dinner. Then, I will go for go for Science tuition from 8pm - 9.30pm. I will go straight to bed after I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tuition on Saturday late-mornings from 11.30am - 1pm. Then I will take lunch, shower, then go for archery at Tampines Safra. After that, my family and I will go shopping and then go for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday mornings, I will go for badminton with my family. But we don't have a fixed time. It may be 9.30am or sometimes 10.30am. My parternal relatives will join us too. So does my father's friends. My father was once a badminton coach and he won a few trophies before. And he wants me to become a professinal badminton player. (Though I told him again and again I want to become a vet or an archer...) He teaches me patiently all the different styles like smashing, backhand and many more. But still, I don't want to be a professional badminton player.&lt;br /&gt;That's all... Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn YPJ - *The Twilighter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-4187016634563276526?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4187016634563276526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=4187016634563276526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/4187016634563276526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/4187016634563276526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/corrections-outside-school-avtivities.html' title='Outside School Avtivities'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-2911099371091663404</id><published>2009-02-20T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:13:48.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Activities Outside school? Don't ask me...</title><content type='html'>Activities? Outside school? *Sigh...* Ok, here.... (took a deep breath) Everyday, after dinner, I have to play piano... (and it  is everyday) On Mondays, I have to stay back in school till 3pm. Then Tuesday, stay back until 3.30pm, then tuition at 6.45pm - 8.15pm. (I normally go to bed at 9pm++) Then Wednesday, one of the most hated days... Stay back until 4pm, go home, eat dinner... play piano... do assessment... sleep... Thursday - YAY! I'm free of staying backs! (One of my most LOVED day) Friday - AHHHHH!!! The most hated day has arrived... Go home at 1pm, piano class from 3.45pm - 4.45pm. Then tuition from 8pm - 9.30pm. That's the end of the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;  Weekends... Saturday! YAY! I love Saturday!Because I love archery! I have tuition from 11.30am - 1pm. Then I will go to archery practise at anytime I want at the Tampines safra... (it's a course) Then Sunday... morning, my family and I will gather with my uncles and aunties and their friends to play badminton together. We normally booked 3courts in the Whoampoa CC. FUN! That's my BUSY schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-2911099371091663404?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2911099371091663404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=2911099371091663404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/2911099371091663404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/2911099371091663404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/activities-outside-school-dont-ask-me.html' title='Activities Outside school? Don&apos;t ask me...'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-737066112543909779</id><published>2009-02-13T01:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:14:41.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Best Friends, Miss Wee Wen Fang :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey Wen Fang, if you're reading this blog, this post, know the fact that we're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302207769056635282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/SZU536fv6ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/X8KNQL1uYMI/s320/Friends+Forever.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-737066112543909779?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/737066112543909779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=737066112543909779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/737066112543909779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/737066112543909779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-my-best-friends-miss-wee-wen-fang.html' title='For My Best Friends, Miss Wee Wen Fang :)'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/SZU536fv6ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/X8KNQL1uYMI/s72-c/Friends+Forever.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-6588654924888026384</id><published>2009-02-13T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:09:29.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/3271/glitteryourwayacffce0agu4.gif" alt="Myspace Comments, Glitter Graphics at GlitterYourWay.com" title="Myspace Comments, Glitter Graphics at GlitterYourWay.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target=_blank title="Myspace Layouts"&gt;Myspace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNDUxNjEyNDkyOSZwdD*xMjM*NTE2MTU2NTA3JnA9MjE4NTgxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1jMWNkYTkzN2ZhOTQ*ODBjODY2NzhhYzQ4MjViMjU5Mw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-6588654924888026384?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6588654924888026384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=6588654924888026384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/6588654924888026384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/6588654924888026384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-8985463903056650097</id><published>2009-02-05T04:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:37:03.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Learning Lab of Creativity_Glitter Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/22/glitteryourway0482d1bamt5.gif" alt="Myspace Comments, Glitter Graphics at GlitterYourWay.com" title="Myspace Comments, Glitter Graphics at GlitterYourWay.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target=_blank title="Myspace Layouts"&gt;Myspace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMzgzNzM2NTU2MyZwdD*xMjMzODM3NDA5MTExJnA9MjE4NTgxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*5NDdjYTZiMGM*M2Q*YzA5OGNmMGVmZDBmNzY5YmU4NQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-8985463903056650097?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8985463903056650097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=8985463903056650097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8985463903056650097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8985463903056650097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-lab-of-creativityglitter-word.html' title='The Learning Lab of Creativity_Glitter Word'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-1991676757638128544</id><published>2009-02-05T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:47:37.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem By Me: FRIENDS FOREVER (I noe it's not very nice but anyway, it's just like "fake" ok? Or Imaginary...)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I talked about defending my friendship among my friends. So here's a poem about friendship written by me, hope you like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIENDS FOREVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Friends Forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always together."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what we always said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most of the times when we were afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be afraid of the dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then she came along one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had found my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she found out I was afraid of the dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she took my hand and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't be afraid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll overcome this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what happens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll be friends forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we grew up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and slowly began to drift apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we saw each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we used to say hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she didn't even smile at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for once,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew it was goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throughout the cause of our lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we make friends everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those whom still say hi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will most probably never say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take it from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what I say is true you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some friends may not be forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the memories will stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later on you'll see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that some are just not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But true friends are forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because no matter what, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they stick together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proud Product of Jolyn YPJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-1991676757638128544?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1991676757638128544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=1991676757638128544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/1991676757638128544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/1991676757638128544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-by-me-friends-forever-i-noe-its.html' title='Poem By Me: FRIENDS FOREVER (I noe it&apos;s not very nice but anyway, it&apos;s just like &quot;fake&quot; ok? Or Imaginary...)'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-7931251051798736248</id><published>2009-02-05T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:34:06.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Defence Day: What I Want To Defend</title><content type='html'>I want to defend my friendship between my friends. I think friendship is a very powerful kind of tie between you and your friends. My best friend forever (BFF) is Wen Fang.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I want to defend my friendship between my friends is because I rely alot on my friends. When I'm feeling lonely, I call them up and have a conversation with them; when I have any doubt to any of my work, I call them up and seek help from them, and vice versa. I think friendship exists because people in the world cannot live without a best friend or a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Remember, your best friend or even just a friend, is always your pillar if you are falling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn YPJ, the Twilighter :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-7931251051798736248?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7931251051798736248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=7931251051798736248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7931251051798736248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Mother Tongue: 92&lt;br /&gt;Science: 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dream School: Anderson Secondary :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-6131370334760276969?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6131370334760276969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=6131370334760276969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/6131370334760276969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/6131370334760276969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/target-setting.html' title='Target Setting'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-7259991250095027949</id><published>2009-01-28T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:39:08.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My Favourite Songs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/j3UHPw/music/9AikeCBQ/avril_lavigne_i_dont_give_a_damn/"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/j3UHPw/music/9AikeCBQ/avril_lavigne_i_dont_give_a_damn/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-7259991250095027949?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7259991250095027949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=7259991250095027949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7259991250095027949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7259991250095027949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-my-favourite-songs.html' title='Check Out My Favourite Songs!'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-711295469330731120</id><published>2009-01-28T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:02:17.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Twilight!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to watch Twilight during the December holidays. It was so nice! And so addicting! I watched it over and over again in my computer! I got the Twilight saga books! They're a little different from the movie, but they're nice! I love them. I simply love Twilight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Loving Twilight and Edward Cullen,&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn YPJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-711295469330731120?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/711295469330731120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=711295469330731120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/711295469330731120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/711295469330731120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-twilight.html' title='I Love Twilight!!!'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-3569576331022671741</id><published>2008-12-08T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:39:37.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue...</title><content type='html'>Ooops, sorry. Forgot to tell you, there was a black out on the second night. My mum and all were at the Karaoke Room. Me and a few of my father's son's friend were fishing. Then, it went totally black. I heard my mum calling for my name. I fumbled towards her. She said she actually told me to stay where i were and not move because if you step into a hole or something, no one will know that you have fallen inside the sea. Luckily the lightstick I bought was useful. I distribted one to evryone. In the end, the power did came back. So relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-3569576331022671741?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3569576331022671741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=3569576331022671741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3569576331022671741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3569576331022671741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/12/continue.html' title='Continue...'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-5458077446178541902</id><published>2008-12-08T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:16:54.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unforgettable Trip</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody. Long time never post... so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;  I just returned from a very unforgettable trip to Malaysia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mersing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kelong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Acheh&lt;/span&gt; Resort. An island surrounded by beautiful islands. (Though it's smack right in the middle of the sea) We departed from Singapore in the morning 6 o'clock on the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of December. *Yawn* so tired. Have to wake up at 5am. I went there with my parents and relatives and their friends. (Total: 24 persons) We met at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; Mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; (the one by the park). 12 persons in a mini bus. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; by the Woodlands Checkpoint. Once we reached Malaysia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bahru&lt;/span&gt;, we took 3 whole hours to reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mersing&lt;/span&gt;. We stopped once or twice for a toilet break.&lt;br /&gt;  We have to wait at a small hut by the beach and wait for a boat to come fetch us to the Resort. (As the resort is smack in the middle of the sea). The waves then were rather choppy and the currents were strong. The wind was blowing heavily. (*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Brrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;... ...* so cold)&lt;br /&gt;  The boat we longed for finally came. The boat was rocking heavily as we stepped into it. I had a peculiar feeling that i was going to get seasick. (I have motion sickness) The ride was about 15-30min.&lt;br /&gt;  The horror finally appeared at the landing point. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kelong&lt;/span&gt; had no proper landing space. You have to hop from the boat to the ladder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;attatching&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kelong&lt;/span&gt;. It was so very scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; if you miss a step, there you go, right into the waters. I could feel my legs tremble beneath me. Fortunately, everyone made it safely onto the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kelong&lt;/span&gt;. *whew*&lt;br /&gt;  Once i stepped onto the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kelong&lt;/span&gt;, i sat down.(As i have motion sickness) I breathed deeply. Then walked around. WOW. The scenery was so very beautiful. Surrounded by greenish islands. So like nature.&lt;br /&gt;  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kelong&lt;/span&gt; was fully equipped with bathrooms and beds. We were staying for 3days 1 night. It was very fun. i learnt how to fish. It requires &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of patience. My uncle caught a catfish. They had to remove the spine because the sting from there is poisonous. My father's friend's son caught a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pomfret&lt;/span&gt;. So big... I only caught a small yellow fish. *Sniff* ='( well, they're experts. I'm just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;beginner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  They provide breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea break and supper there. Here's the schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: 7.30am&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: 12.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Tea Break: 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The food was rather nice. I guess my hobbies now are reading, playing piano, playing computer and fishing. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The trip back was rather scary too. A boy almost fell into the water and he did not put on a life jacket. We all felt relieved for him when he landed in the boat safely. However, he was so shocked that his face went all white and pale.&lt;br /&gt;  The trip back made me near the stage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt;. We went for lunch at a restaurant. Then, we went to a shop to but some of Malaysia's local product. (Cuttlefish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sashima&lt;/span&gt; and others)&lt;br /&gt;  It was a fun and scary trip after all. Here's what i told my parents, "I am not going anywhere near the waters next time!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-5458077446178541902?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5458077446178541902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=5458077446178541902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5458077446178541902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5458077446178541902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/12/unforgettable-trip.html' title='An Unforgettable Trip'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-4927706292982669988</id><published>2008-11-03T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:46:36.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hits, My Misses.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I am back. Long time no post. What have I accomplished? Simply nothing. That's true. Nothing. Well, I tried to accomplished &lt;em&gt;something, &lt;/em&gt;but failed. The only thing I nearly accomplished was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DV&lt;/span&gt; Campus thingy. (Don't really know what it's called. Just know it's called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DV&lt;/span&gt; Campus... ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Together with Andrea, Trina, Zane and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; Yong, we spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time working on the filming, editing, interviewing and writing scripts. Our teacher was Mr Ivan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;sometimes &lt;/em&gt;Mr&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Justin. Andrea and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camera girls&lt;/span&gt;. Zane and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; Yong were reporters and scriptwriters. Trina was the editor. (Because in the whole group, she is the only one who know how to edit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We stayed back in school to discuss and work on it. We used all our effort to do it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, our video was rejected.(I think, Andrea told me)That's the end. Nothing else. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Another story is an NE camp during the June holidays. I was together with Xin Xian and Wen Fang. It was a very interesting course. The course was held at the Singapore Discovery Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is the timetable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am: Report to school&lt;br /&gt;9am-11am: Do work (projects, creating games...)&lt;br /&gt;11am-12noon: Watch videos&lt;br /&gt;12noon-2pm: Break for lunch&lt;br /&gt;2pm-3.30pm: Work (continue with what we did)&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm-4pm: Go home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When it is lunch time, Wen Fang, Xin Xian and I would go and 'discover' the place. We went to talk to a robot. You may think we are crazy, but we really talked to a robot named "Little George". It can like move it's finger or hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I especially loved the last day because we were allowed to play at a bungee castle that was set-up there. It was a totally memorable and fun experience for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn Yang Peijun=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-4927706292982669988?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4927706292982669988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=4927706292982669988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/4927706292982669988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/4927706292982669988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-hits-my-misses.html' title='My Hits, My Misses.'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-7410373377766811550</id><published>2008-09-05T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:19:17.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Camp!</title><content type='html'>I went for camp on 28th August. First thought that the hut was disgusting(alot of lizards, lizard shits and Wasps!) Thinking about it now, I quite miss it.&lt;br /&gt;  I liked the activities. I loved the games (especially "kidnapped") exepct the part where we are to carry our &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; (Davian). Fortunately, the boys carried him. NOT the girls.&lt;br /&gt;  Sigh... ... thinkin of it, i really missed it... ... &lt;em&gt;alot... ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-7410373377766811550?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7410373377766811550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=7410373377766811550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7410373377766811550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7410373377766811550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-camp.html' title='I miss Camp!'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-720828436682344785</id><published>2008-07-30T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:27:40.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberbullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Q1 : What is cyberbullying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ans: I think cyberbullying is bad because it hurts others feeling and they will become less confident of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Q2. What do the cyberbullies do to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ans: They ostracize them from a team, they spread untrue rumours about others and they also call them names that are not very nice. The most common one is calling others names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Q3. Why do these people engage in cyberbullying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ans: These bullies maybe bullied by other bullys. So, they have to bully others to make themselves feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Q4. How can you stop these people from cyberbullying ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ans: If I were to see any cyberbully going online, I will inform an adult or my teacher. We must not let such a thing happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Q5. Have you encountered any cyberbullies when you surf the internet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ans:Although I have yet to encounter a cyberbully on the net, but I do hope that I will not encounter one though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cyberbully is no cool, try it too, regret too!                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-720828436682344785?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/720828436682344785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=720828436682344785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/720828436682344785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/720828436682344785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/07/cyberbullying_30.html' title='Cyberbullying'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-2478624784803834915</id><published>2008-07-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:05:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberbullying</title><content type='html'>I ask the same question as Xin Xian. Why can't we cyberbully? What's wrong with that? I don't understand.... Maybe because it hurts other's feelings. Or... because of some other reasons... I don't know. I really don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-2478624784803834915?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2478624784803834915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=2478624784803834915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/2478624784803834915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/2478624784803834915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/07/cyberbullying.html' title='Cyberbullying'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-1981118326599488205</id><published>2008-07-16T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:55:15.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP</title><content type='html'>WOW! The first time I went for the National Day Parade. It was fun! I enjoy the trip after all. Exept that they actually did not invite the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;people in some of the performance. How I hope I could be there again. But say, I did not really like the goodie bag. Not so interesting and a little difficult to carry. But, I still enjoyed the trip after all. How I wish I could go next year! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-1981118326599488205?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1981118326599488205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=1981118326599488205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/1981118326599488205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/1981118326599488205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/07/ndp.html' title='NDP'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-3667929122553990065</id><published>2008-06-17T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:07:44.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Discovery Centre</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to the Singapore Discovery Centre with the school's NE Ambassador team. At first, I thought that it was going too be very boring. But things did not turn out as I had expected. I thought it was actually quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through the Galleries. The first gallery uses the "FIRE", "EARTH" and "WIND" to describe Singapore. "FIRE" was used to describe Singapore's past, about chaos and wars. "EARTH" was used to describe the present Singapore, so peaceful and calm. And last but not least, "WIND" was used to describe the future of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to watch a movie film. It was called "SO Singapore". The movie briefly describe why Singaporeans behave and look so like Singaporeans. It was an interesting movie. From that very movie, I learned that Singaporeans are so like Singaporeans because number one, they are just like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Merlion&lt;/span&gt;. The head is a lion, which signifies bravery. The tail, which is a fish tail, means freedom. Number two, Singapore is well known for its local delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;, we went to play a game. It is a game that consists of eight players. It is actually a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to watch a stimulation movie. It was pretty scary though. It was on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; Bombing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We than went for our one-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;houred&lt;/span&gt; lunch break. After I ate my lunch, I hurried back to the gallery to talk to a robot named "Little George" that my friends and I had spotted earlier while walking in the galleria. I spoke to him, "Hi. Bet You couldn't talk, could you?" Suddenly, the robot answered me in a silvery voice, "Of course I could, after all, I am a robot." Wow, its amazing, I asked the robot to move, and he could really do actions. But unfortunately, he could not move his legs. After a while, I felt bored and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to play a game with my friends. The games purpose is to step on the things you see on the floor pictured by a projector. It can actually move. But i don't know what it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to class after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then our second break. My friends (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xian&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; wen fang) and me went to play an extremely thrilling game. It was  bumpy castle. You must squeeze yourself through a tiny weeny hole (which is the entrance) and roll down to the other side. Then, you will have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;climb&lt;/span&gt; up tiny little square cushions, which is VERY difficult to grip your legs onto it. Then, you will be on top of the castle. Now, the next part is not suitable for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who is afraid of heights! Now, you will be on top of the castle, right? The you will have to roll down an extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;looooooooooooooooooooooong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt; "hill". Whoever finishes first will be declared the winner. Sounds fun doesn't it? The whole class was crazy for that! It is more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; "adventure" bumpy castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know more? Stay tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-3667929122553990065?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3667929122553990065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=3667929122553990065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3667929122553990065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3667929122553990065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/06/singapore-discovery-centre.html' title='Singapore Discovery Centre'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-781760215743758158</id><published>2008-06-17T01:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:14:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singapore National Museum</title><content type='html'>Hi! Long time no post! I am back with a good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody been to the national museum? Well I went there on the 7th of June. I know is far behind time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went there. The first thing that greeted me when I entered the hall was a  enourmous and gigantic statue. It was a statue that is 8.5m tall. It is a fibreglass statue wrapped in &lt;em&gt;kebaya &lt;/em&gt;or traditional Indoenasian women's blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very interesting gallery which I like very much. It is the Singapore History Gallery. The Singapore History Gallery adopts a story-telling approach, unveiling different perspctives as you travel through tales of the past. To let people appreciate the struggles that early settlers had to overcome, it will take you through the drama of major national events as well as the personal stories of individuals. You can select your own 'path' into the past. It is very thrilling as you just wonder what you will see next. The evens path traces major events and characters that were part of Singapore's history, while the personal path tells the stories through the eyes os the man on the street. With the audio-visual companion that comes in four different languages, listen to interesting insight and quips of your choice to complete this refreshing and enriching journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore Living Gallery are divided into four different rooms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Food - Eating on the Street&lt;br /&gt;2)Film and Wayang - Scripting a new life&lt;br /&gt;3)Fashion - Shopping for identity&lt;br /&gt;4)Photography - Framing the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also other activities. I think both parents and kids will enjoy the trip just like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanent Exhibitions:&lt;br /&gt;1)Singapore History Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am - 6pm daily&lt;br /&gt;(last admission 5.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;Adults s$10.00&lt;br /&gt;Seniors, Children, Students &amp;amp; NSF S$5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Singapore Living Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am - 8pm daily&lt;br /&gt;(last admission 7.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;Free Admission from 6pm - 8pm daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Season - Mozart: A Child Prodigy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 1 May - Sunday 6 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;10am - 6pm daily&lt;br /&gt;Exhibition Gallery 1&lt;br /&gt;Adult S$15.00&lt;br /&gt;Child S$7.50&lt;br /&gt;Recommended for children 6 - 12 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Communities in Sinapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 9 June - Sunday 27 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;10am - 8pm daily&lt;br /&gt;The Balcony, Level 2&lt;br /&gt;Free Admission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matther Ngui: Points Of View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 28May - Sunday 29 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;10 am - 6 pm daily&lt;br /&gt;Exhibition Gallery 2, Basement&lt;br /&gt;Free Admission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art-On-Site: Surrounding David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 6 March - Monday 11 August 2008&lt;br /&gt;10am - 8pm daily&lt;br /&gt;Rotunda, Level 1&lt;br /&gt;Free admission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art-On-Site: It's all about Coalition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 17 April - Monday 30 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am - 8pm daily&lt;br /&gt;Canning Visitor Service Counter, Glass Passage, Level 2&lt;br /&gt;Free Admission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Season Installations: Imprint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 1 May - Sunday 6 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;10am - 6pm daily&lt;br /&gt;Gallery Theatre Foyer, Basement&lt;br /&gt;Free Admission&lt;br /&gt;For children 5 years old &amp;amp; above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-781760215743758158?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/781760215743758158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=781760215743758158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/781760215743758158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/781760215743758158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/06/singapore-national-museum.html' title='The Singapore National Museum'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-5362643189866831017</id><published>2008-04-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:45:18.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Traffic Games Excursion</title><content type='html'>Hi, long time no post. Well, the trip to the Road Safety Games was fun. Except that I wasn't chosen for the motorist. It looks fun... but it takes longer time to complete. so 还是做回我的 pedestrain 比较好. haha. I learnt that it would cost our life if we do not obey the traffic rules on the road. Just like the principal said, "If you make a mistake in school, the teachers would give you a second chance. But if you make a mistake on the road, the drivers may not give you a second chance."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-5362643189866831017?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5362643189866831017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=5362643189866831017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5362643189866831017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5362643189866831017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/road-traffic-games-excursion.html' title='Road Traffic Games Excursion'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-2114166299094493866</id><published>2008-04-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:26:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ambition</title><content type='html'>My Ambition is to be a Vet because I like animals. But my Mum says that I must be good in my studies in order to do so... So, I have to do tons of assesments everyday... so 'xian'... Maybe I should really study hard so that I will reach my goal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-2114166299094493866?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2114166299094493866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=2114166299094493866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/2114166299094493866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/2114166299094493866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-ambition.html' title='My Ambition'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-5684302805310267644</id><published>2008-04-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:23:47.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R_RLsv5GQYI/AAAAAAAAABA/HYtpke9D6EM/s1600-h/bk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184852303152562562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R_RLsv5GQYI/AAAAAAAAABA/HYtpke9D6EM/s320/bk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R_RLg_5GQXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u2n5aBP17Vg/s1600-h/bk2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184852101289099634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R_RLg_5GQXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u2n5aBP17Vg/s320/bk2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R_RLXf5GQWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ErlMdktViU0/s1600-h/bk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184851938080342370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R_RLXf5GQWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ErlMdktViU0/s320/bk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book Name: The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: Mark Haddon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These three books are all the same. Just that it's different cover. Interesting book...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story is about a autistic boy whose father killed a dog name Wellington with a garden fork...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story's got a lot of um... unsuitable words. And is gross the part where they describe the dead dog... But the rest of the story is quite interesting. It is an addicting book. Once you read, you are qurious to find out what happend. That's why its called The CURIOUS Incident Of THe Dog IN The Night Time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-5684302805310267644?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5684302805310267644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=5684302805310267644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5684302805310267644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/5684302805310267644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R_RLsv5GQYI/AAAAAAAAABA/HYtpke9D6EM/s72-c/bk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-3328162624062557493</id><published>2008-01-25T02:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T02:43:41.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To Little India</title><content type='html'>On the 14th of Janurary, Miss Thai brought us, the NE Ambassadors to a trip at Little India. It was on the Pongal Festival. After the journey, I learnt that Pongal Festival is the most important festival for the Indians. It is also called the Harvest Festival. It is from 13 January to 21st January. Pongal Festival is celebrated in January each year. This festival has its origins in South India where farming is a major activity. Pongal Festival is the celebration of a good harvest. In modern Singapore, Pongal Festival is also celebrated as the commencement of the auspicious Tamil month of Thao. Pongal Festival is ever popular here in Singapore as it is a joyous festival which represents the tradition of giving thanks for all good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pongal Festival is celebrated over four days. On the first day, Bhogi, old clothes and things are discarded marking the begining of a new life. The second day, Surya Pongal, is celebrated by boiling fresh milk, rice and sugar early in the morning in a new pot and allowing it to boil over. This sweet dish is then offered to the Gods for the mmany blessins one receives during the year. People prepare savouries and sweets, visit each other's homes and exchange greetings. The third day, Mattu Pongal, is the days when cows are honoured - for plouging the fields and for the milk they provide. On this day, cattle are bathed, their horns polished and painted in bright colours, and flower garlands placed around their necks. On the last day, Lanum Pongal, younger members of the family pays respect to thier elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Thai said that if we are performing good, we might be able to go overseas for the NE Ambassadors during the June holidays for a learning journey. I wish that I could go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-3328162624062557493?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3328162624062557493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=3328162624062557493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3328162624062557493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/3328162624062557493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/trip-to-little-india.html' title='A Trip To Little India'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-7635469544573253359</id><published>2008-01-17T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:25:45.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura Pic2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R487KinBufI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k0EnLjsYNWc/s1600-h/4826-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156405150637734386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R487KinBufI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k0EnLjsYNWc/s320/4826-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2496864650158902480-7635469544573253359?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7635469544573253359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=7635469544573253359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7635469544573253359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/7635469544573253359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/sakura-pic2.html' title='Sakura Pic2'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R487KinBufI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k0EnLjsYNWc/s72-c/4826-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-6496694080122557126</id><published>2008-01-17T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:24:16.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura Pic1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R4860CnBueI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCrIsCAJo9I/s1600-h/Card_Captor_Sakura_202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156404764090677730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R4860CnBueI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCrIsCAJo9I/s320/Card_Captor_Sakura_202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2496864650158902480-6496694080122557126?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6496694080122557126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=6496694080122557126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/6496694080122557126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/6496694080122557126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/sakura-pic1.html' title='Sakura Pic1'/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/R4860CnBueI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCrIsCAJo9I/s72-c/Card_Captor_Sakura_202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-8953833290299121338</id><published>2008-01-06T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:32:46.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2496864650158902480-8953833290299121338?l=icepetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8953833290299121338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2496864650158902480&amp;postID=8953833290299121338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8953833290299121338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2496864650158902480/posts/default/8953833290299121338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icepetal.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Yang Peijun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383638747172158448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-b5uknzjTg/S4or_feNi6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UM-XHZUwFd0/S220/friends_quote_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496864650158902480.post-8180560347601354041</id><published>2008-01-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:17:49.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Holidays</title><content type='html'>During the December holiays, I went for a News Presenter Wrokshop @ the Singapore Mediacorp Academy. It was a 2 day course. From 11th December to 12th December, 9am - 5pm. I went there with Shu Xuan and my cousin. You need a press pass to enter. It was very fun there. They provide morning tea, lunch and afternoon tea. We had about 18 pupils in the class. Our teacher was Mdm Carol Chiam. She was a past news presenter and journalist. Her son also came with her. We were divided into groups of 4. Each group have a classroom. Mdm Chiam told us to discuss in our group, who wants to be the camera man, hosts (2 person) and the person who is going to be interviewd. I was one of the host with my teamate, Su Xian. We were to take down our videos in a digital or video camera. After Mdm Chia looked at every host's videos, she were to choose two best hosts for the "best hosts award". Guess who were chosen? Su Xian and Me! We were surprised. But we still go to the front and take our prizes. At the end of the lat lesson, every of us was given a certificate and a calender + notebook from Mediacorp. That will be the most unforgettable lesson I ever had in my lifetime. 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