<?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-14817752</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:51.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s3ren3_hl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-114287121461571686</id><published>2006-03-20T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:13:34.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moody period.</title><content type='html'>I was feeling extremely down this days. I was wrong, I supposed that I was just letting my imginary run wild. He was not like what I think. Everything was only happened on my dreams and imginary. He was not a good guy. It was said by others, he was flirt. He does not treat his girlfriend well. I just letting myself to fall deeper to the bottom-less hole, like i would never be help. I will forget everything now, think only about studies. I am sure that i can do it. I did it before, so there will surely be a solution. STOP ALL MY THINKINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-114287121461571686?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/114287121461571686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=114287121461571686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/114287121461571686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/114287121461571686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2006/03/moody-period.html' title='A moody period.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-114250915055066901</id><published>2006-03-16T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:18:21.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First when I was in secondary 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is my first blog ever since I am in secondary three. Reason to started blogging was kind of wanted to share with everyone my feeling. I, being a super well in imginary, can be simply happy by just using my thinking. Although I said to myself that I will have a stead when I was older, I still became excited when I saw whats in my eyes. He might not think what I am, but I wish to keep this feeling. I have getting more devoted in volleyball. I am fortunate to be able to join and play volleyball. When ever i think that i am getting better, I will feel excited. Today as the same I have my training in the morning. I could almost cannot control myself and brust in tears. The more I felt that it was my and wanted to do better, the worst it became. However I blame myself more. Now I coming to think that I should be relax and play the game with brain. I should just think why am i wrong, why am i right and perfrom better even though I am being thick-skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-114250915055066901?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/114250915055066901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=114250915055066901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/114250915055066901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/114250915055066901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-when-i-was-in-secondary-3.html' title='First when I was in secondary 3.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112602976700346201</id><published>2005-09-06T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:02:47.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 5 - A Lesson About Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its so funny! This assignment was started late. It is assignment 5 and I do after assignment 7. Because it takes time to think of how to write on this title. I do not think I have any lesson that teaches me about life. But I was a person that likes to watch television programme a lot and learn much things from there. Recently, I watched a dramma show. It was about a batch of children that their parent could not take care of them. So they moved to a shelter that specially keeps those kids. And when their parent had solve their problems, they will be sent home. There were children sent there and home. That shows that there were quite a lot of problems in every families. It teaches me that being a parents, we had to have responsibilities to take care of your own child. If to left them at the shelter or other places, it will affect their feelings. They will think that the parent did not want them. And to all the parents : if u did not want your child after born them, then you should not born them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112602976700346201?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112602976700346201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112602976700346201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112602976700346201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112602976700346201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/09/assignment-5-lesson-about-life.html' title='Assignment 5 - A Lesson About Life'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112558600157846165</id><published>2005-09-01T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:19:50.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 7 - Learning Journey: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>Recently I have went to watch the movie 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'. It was quite a nice show, humour and funny, and full of adventure and surprise. Although, the whole cinema was full of Yishun Secondary people and quite noise but I still enjoy the show. The movie was about Willy Wonka, the owner of the chocolate factory, was getting ages but he did not want his chocolate factory to be left without anyone controlling. He used a interesting method to choose five children, with their parents, to visit his factory and through the journey the people will be lesser then the last will be the heir of his factory. In the end, of course Charlie was the one left. But he didnt want to left his family, because if he was the owner of chocolate factory he have to live in the factory and cannot go out. So Willy Wonka brough his whole family and the house, which was in a very bad condition, into the garden in the factory that can be eaten any parts. The favorite character I like was Willy Wonka. He, with a creative brain, controlled and invented a lot of interesting facilities and environment. The kids acting was very good. Like Violet, she got herself into troubles like turned into a blueberry. When they are allow to go home, she kept doing sumersult with a young age of her. With the good personalities of Charlie, he became the owner of the chocolate factory and lived happily with his famliy and Willy Wonka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112558600157846165?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112558600157846165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112558600157846165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112558600157846165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112558600157846165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/09/assignment-7-learning-journey-charlie.html' title='Assignment 7 - Learning Journey: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112536881529029589</id><published>2005-08-29T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:12:34.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 6 - Give me three macho claps!</title><content type='html'>On 17 july, our school sec two pupils had a camp which we thought supposed to be in sec 3. I enjoy very much even though it kept raining and could not try much activities. During the camp, we learnt a lot of cheers. At first I was shy when asked to do those actions when saying the cheer. But on the camp fire night, I did do those actions. Maybe, because of the atmosphere that everyone gone 'crazy'. The activities there was very exciting and needed a lot of strengh to pull yourself up although I did not try all the activities there. I made a lot of friends as the intruder had grouped us in groups of different classes. Until now when I saw them, we would smile to each other. However, there were things i do not like. Firstly, throughout the first two day, the food was almost the same. Secondly, the bath rooms was not enough for so many of us. Though I was not the one affected. But still it was fun. What i like most should be the night walk. There are ten of us in a group. We had to hold hands to help each other to walk through. At the same time, we have to trust one another especially the one leading. Maybe because of the growing of ages, this time i did not cried on the day before leaving. Full of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112536881529029589?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112536881529029589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112536881529029589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112536881529029589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112536881529029589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/08/assignment-6-give-me-three-macho-claps.html' title='Assignment 6 - Give me three macho claps!'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112373022075160080</id><published>2005-08-10T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:58:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 4 - curbing smoking</title><content type='html'>I think that smoking in Singapore is a common matter, and I believe most of it was the male who take up the habit to smoke. But also getting more female to smoke. I knew that the president had taking action to stop the smoker from continue to smoke. They put pictures of the consequences of smoking or even increase the prices of the cigarette. But to some people who can still afford the money will continue smoking. The worst is that those that cannot afford might steal or take the cigarette that people had used. I think that this problem cannot be solved in a short time. As everyone had already addicted to smoking but it does not mean that he cannot be quit. They must have determination to quit smoking. Then Singapore will be a clean and health country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112373022075160080?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112373022075160080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112373022075160080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112373022075160080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112373022075160080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/08/assignment-4-curbing-smoking.html' title='Assignment 4 - curbing smoking'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112295134500650700</id><published>2005-08-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:55:45.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asignment 3 - what makes a school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What make a school? For me, I think that a school would have teachers teaching the students. Student would study in a environment full of books and sitting down with friends to read the books quietly. Students would not be stessful when studying. Teachers teach without anger. Everyone in the school would live like a whole family, happily doing their jobs. Inside a school must have facilities such as, canteen, toilet, hall, classes, study corner, library and more. As all this would benefit everyone in the school. Although people came to school is to study, but with a good environment and facilities pupils would study well. Teachers would also teach with a happy mood. If I were to study in school, I would want the school to be more high technology like some of the polys. I believe that a school having a well places to study, everyone would do everything happily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112295134500650700?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112295134500650700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112295134500650700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112295134500650700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112295134500650700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/08/asignment-3-what-makes-school.html' title='Asignment 3 - what makes a school?'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112234720766208622</id><published>2005-07-25T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:06:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 2 - NKF saga.</title><content type='html'>Recently, there was a news that NKF charity had used the money, that people donated, to spend on themselve. They said that the whoever workers in the NKF had very high salary, just the same to say that they took the money of the donation. These resulted that the people, who have donate money regularly, had stop to donate to the charity. And until the few weeks back, the matter had solve. The NKF management announced they will be careful of the workers that they will not going to cheat  any of the donation, hoping everyone will continue to donate money to NKF to help the people that were struggle to live on. Actually, i heard this news from my mother when she was reading the newspaper. Then i also follow up the news afterward. At first, i also thought of the call i called in to donate money, although not very much, is it also be taken for their salary. But i know that it not too much money, i began to let it go and only finding the actions will be taken. I got this news, from my mother, that the money they had in NKF is more than enough. And they said that they might not going to put up any more shows that ask people to call in and donate money. This might still affect the people from further donation in the future, but i hope people will continue to donate to the patients as they really need the help of you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112234720766208622?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112234720766208622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112234720766208622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112234720766208622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112234720766208622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/07/assignment-2-nkf-saga.html' title='Assignment 2 - NKF saga.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112234502806732384</id><published>2005-07-25T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:30:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st assignment-Singapore 40th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Singapore's birthday is coming to the corner. I remember that when ever national day comes, we will have to sing lots of song that unite us together. It might be boring but its good to be united. When troubles and problem comes, at least we face it together. I was proud to be a singaporean. Since its Singapore's birthday, i am willing to take part in everything concerning her. I hope Singapore in the future can be even prosperity and technologies be more advance than now... and Singapore becomes a very modern city compare to other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112234502806732384?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112234502806732384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112234502806732384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112234502806732384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112234502806732384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/07/1st-assignment-singapore-40th-birthday.html' title='1st assignment-Singapore 40th Birthday.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14817752.post-112234487955193993</id><published>2005-07-25T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:27:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i'm using blogspot. Then share it with everyone. It seems to be have no privacy of ownself but at least a place to type out the happiness or what ever happening around me.Hope everyone enjoy with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14817752-112234487955193993?l=s3ren3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/feeds/112234487955193993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14817752&amp;postID=112234487955193993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112234487955193993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14817752/posts/default/112234487955193993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ren3.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894573198973043860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
