<?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-7190083264165414900</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:39:07.508+08:00</updated><category term='choices'/><category term='education'/><category term='whispers'/><category term='uni life'/><title type='text'>FAITH IN CHRIST</title><subtitle type='html'>Endurance with absolute assurance and certainty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-7776594753475024768</id><published>2011-06-05T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:04:52.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><title type='text'>whispers...</title><content type='html'>Life is so short... Should we go after our dreams? Or should we make choices based on what is practical? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who can bring upon one sorrow, anger and regret apart from oneself.. Making practical decision can sometimes result in feeling being caged up or trapped by that choice... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-7776594753475024768?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/7776594753475024768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=7776594753475024768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7776594753475024768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7776594753475024768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2011/06/whispers.html' title='whispers...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2351747934200592172</id><published>2011-06-03T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:10:53.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers'/><title type='text'>Silent whispers...</title><content type='html'>No words can describe my feelings. It feels all trapped up in me. Voices speaking, answering and questioning. They fade away, but returns. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No words can express my thoughts and conflicts... All answers given are but expected answers.... Caged up like a bird, one that silently weeps in the heart... one that is searching for a voice to speak up.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2351747934200592172?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2351747934200592172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2351747934200592172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2351747934200592172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2351747934200592172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2011/06/silent-whispers.html' title='Silent whispers...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-3957922222690371777</id><published>2011-06-02T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:15:30.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Did a test (Interest score: RIASEC code) R=realistic, I=investigative, A=artistic, S=social, E=enterprising, C=conventional, after which they generate suggested career... guess what, there's no accountant or auditor in the list.. haha.. but at least, there's financial analyst and personal financial advisor.. ohh, the score that was generated was investigative being the highest, followed by artistic and social with equal score.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;The suggested career are super interesting.. there's like archeologist, pharmacist, biologist, teacher, counselors, counselling psychologist, market research analyst.... all but, accounting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;There are important lessons that i've learnt studying accounting, like perseverance... met great people whom i would never have met.... but, if such are the career, then why study accounting and finance? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;study first decide later seems like a very practical thing to do right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;there are many routes leading to one destination (career), and knowledge acquired is never wasted... hmm.. standing at a crossroad, if the traffic light is red, well, good, you can stop and think, but, when it turns green, you'll have to move on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Life goes on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-3957922222690371777?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3957922222690371777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3957922222690371777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3957922222690371777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3957922222690371777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2011/06/interest.html' title='Interest'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-5761083647906849417</id><published>2011-06-01T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:05:25.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><title type='text'>Just Random</title><content type='html'>Assignments are due soon.. Law, business strategy and research.. then, the finals... what a life, uni life... EXAMS... are meant to torture students... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoke to someone on Monday, had a really good time. It nice to really sit down and talk to someone.. it's much nicer than posting 'what's on your mind' on facebook... gets you to think and listen, and to express your thoughts as well... will be speaking to her again tomorrow... really hope that apart from 'formal' meetings, i would be able to speak to her too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched a movie the other day too.. it's entitled 'Little Miss Sunshine', quite a nice movie... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is being practical more important or going after your dream more important? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts are really scattered in this post though.. haven't been posting for quite some time... need to warm up my writing muscles... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-5761083647906849417?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5761083647906849417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5761083647906849417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5761083647906849417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5761083647906849417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-random.html' title='Just Random'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-7950119161803139343</id><published>2011-03-09T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:16:13.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i last wrote my bolg.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know what to write..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-7950119161803139343?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/7950119161803139343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=7950119161803139343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7950119161803139343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7950119161803139343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-world.html' title='Hello world'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-8479881209844378739</id><published>2010-05-29T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:52:38.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest of the Aucas</title><content type='html'>Quest of the Aucas.. the real life story of 5 missionaries.. It's truly a story about, obedience, love, sacrifice, forgiveness and reconciliation... It is also about &lt;em&gt;faith and courage&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a forum/ round table discussion on bloomberg a couple of days ago talking about 'fear, anxiety, aggressiveness and PTSD'... it's really interesting and amazing how our brain works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It made me wonder about the aucas, they used to kill people at their border and even within their family. It's kinda scary actually. For a child to grow up on that kind of environment, fear and in need for security... it is like a situation where you can't even trust your own family members because they might actually kill you. The trauma that a child went through witnessing their family being killed and having to flee for their life, they grew up in fear, the emotional impact... In a way, it's kind of sad that they need to grow up in such conditions, on the other hand, I think that they are rather brave(high uncertainty tolerance) to be able to stay sane in such conditions... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do not think they are that evil... But, honestly, I would not have the courage to do what the five missionaries did too... &lt;em&gt;One of the scene that caught my attention was when the mother wanted to bury the child together with the father who wanted to jump 'the great boa', the child asked the father whether he really wanted it to be so, the father asked the child to flee and not let the mother find her again...&lt;/em&gt; From here, I found that although they often killed each other, the father still loved the child... There was also anger and fear in the mother's heart, perhaps, if her husband does kill himself, she has no one to protect her anymore and the other aucas might actually kill her and the family... Well, I think, deep in every person, there is this conscience, and there is love and the need to be loved...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I am your friend, your true friend...' &lt;/em&gt;were the last words of Jim Elliot to the aucas... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a child, at a young age, having to know that your father is going on a mission trip and might never return. The first question would be 'why must you go?' and 'Do you love the aucas more than you loved me?'&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; Probably not, it was the love that Jim had for the Lord and also obedience... I don't think it was easy for any of the five missionaries to leave their family and obey the Lord's call to mission work... But, their love for the Lord enable them to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and for Jim Elliot's son -having need to go back into the same forest again to share the love of Christ with the same people whom killed your dad... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, it is really amazing when the Lord works. The changes that can be done....&lt;em&gt;And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians%203:14&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians%203:14&amp;amp;version=NIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-8479881209844378739?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/8479881209844378739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=8479881209844378739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8479881209844378739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8479881209844378739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2010/05/quest-of-aucas.html' title='Quest of the Aucas'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-7963048646997760988</id><published>2010-05-10T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:21:45.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic- Phlegmatic</title><content type='html'>Assignments... A major challenge to put 'the end' on the assignments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-7963048646997760988?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/7963048646997760988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=7963048646997760988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7963048646997760988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7963048646997760988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2010/05/melancholic-phlegmatic.html' title='Melancholic- Phlegmatic'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-420777241402741818</id><published>2010-03-23T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:12:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter of My Life...</title><content type='html'>As life unfolds it's mystery. Life is truly full of mystery. You would never know what lies in front unless you get into it... and, I just got myself into something new. Something totally new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I achieved something today. I learnt how to take public transport. I learnt how to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seni&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; University College. This is like the first time I'm taking public transport on my own. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... Technically I am on my own, but actually I wasn't. I whispered a prayer to the Lord asking Him to guide me, and He did. I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Seni&lt;/span&gt; safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-420777241402741818?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/420777241402741818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=420777241402741818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/420777241402741818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/420777241402741818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='A New Chapter of My Life...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2994603530644437699</id><published>2010-03-12T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:24:34.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far and Long</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back with blogging after a long long long......... time in a galaxy far far far far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions.. Not easy to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are created in His image,&lt;br /&gt;All are talented in different ways,&lt;br /&gt;For we are creatures of God,&lt;br /&gt;Created in the image of our loving Lord,&lt;br /&gt;With an eternal dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go through life's journey,&lt;br /&gt;Making decision each and every day,&lt;br /&gt;As life unfolds it's mystery,&lt;br /&gt;We shall make new discoveries,&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the staircase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venturing into different fields,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for " Who am I?",&lt;br /&gt;As the full answer we can never find,&lt;br /&gt;Many will say " I want to be",&lt;br /&gt;When all we need,&lt;br /&gt;Is finding the answer to " Who I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we may plan this and that,&lt;br /&gt;Life is not as simply as that,&lt;br /&gt;There is much more in life's journey,&lt;br /&gt;When most are blinded by money,&lt;br /&gt;Guard thy steps and watch thy path,&lt;br /&gt;That you will not be a slave to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions are as deep as the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Worries often overwhelms us,&lt;br /&gt;Fears keep us inside the box,&lt;br /&gt;From taking the first step of faith,&lt;br /&gt;Until and unless we see the whole staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we may know,&lt;br /&gt;Know that our Lord is just there,&lt;br /&gt;Stretching out His hand to us,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to carry us in His bossom,&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't we just enter in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we may know,&lt;br /&gt;He is there to guide us,&lt;br /&gt;His gentle hands to hold us,&lt;br /&gt;He still small voice to lead us,&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't we just listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fear that has drown us,&lt;br /&gt;Causing us to doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Causing us to shut our ears,&lt;br /&gt;As well as our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord knows our weakness,&lt;br /&gt;He knows our cares,&lt;br /&gt;An invitation has been made,&lt;br /&gt;"Come to me, all ye who are weary,&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;Just enter into His embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Into the warmth and comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Of our Lord's unfailing, unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I will never leave you,&lt;br /&gt;Nor will I forsake you."&lt;br /&gt;Is the promise of our Lord,&lt;br /&gt;" I have loved you with an everlasting love"&lt;br /&gt;Says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Clinging on to these promise,&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing, Indeed,&lt;br /&gt;To be called His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For truly blessed we are,&lt;br /&gt;To have such a loving Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Always there to carry us,&lt;br /&gt;To carry us when we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For truly blessed we are,&lt;br /&gt;To have such a loving Father,&lt;br /&gt;To dry of the tears,&lt;br /&gt;Tears that flows from our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And even those from our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we need to enter,&lt;br /&gt;Enter into His embrace,&lt;br /&gt;His arms are there to carry us,&lt;br /&gt;His hands, there to hold us,&lt;br /&gt;His voice to lead us,&lt;br /&gt;So that we do not go astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me to enter in,&lt;br /&gt;Into thy loving hands,&lt;br /&gt;Making it my dwelling place,&lt;br /&gt;For there I will find comfort,&lt;br /&gt;And will never be rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me to listen,&lt;br /&gt;And hear thy voice each day,&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me to have faith,&lt;br /&gt;Faith as I walk each and everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Faith to take the first step,&lt;br /&gt;Not until I see the whole staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord is indeed faithful. It is us who are unfaithful and weak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2994603530644437699?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2994603530644437699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2994603530644437699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2994603530644437699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2994603530644437699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2010/03/far-and-long.html' title='Far and Long'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-5477708629849595837</id><published>2009-07-28T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:12:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat is up... STPM trials</title><content type='html'>That day during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;econs&lt;/span&gt; lesson, our teacher told us that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JPWP&lt;/span&gt; sent some trials papers to our school?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MUET&lt;/span&gt; teacher told us that the trials will be in August(maybe). Starting 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August that is.... 10 days away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was initially supposed to be in September...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this be??????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS INSANE... OR AT LEAST IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-5477708629849595837?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5477708629849595837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5477708629849595837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5477708629849595837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5477708629849595837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/07/heat-is-up-stpm-trials.html' title='The heat is up... STPM trials'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-5944217699015202280</id><published>2009-06-25T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:05:40.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and passion...</title><content type='html'>After the holidays and especially the Chapel retreat, I've found the passion again to do my best for God. Over the past few months, I felt that I was slowly drying up. With so much homework.. not that much actually, with school activities, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt;, duties and a very routine life. It's like school, tuition, homework and studies (though I rarely study).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was very hectic and everything seemed so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt;. As days past, the fire seem to have slowly died out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I've now found the fire and passion again. However, I'll have to keep a close walk with the Lord to ensure that this fire will not die out again but instead keep the fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt; trials &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;approaches&lt;/span&gt;, the stress and heat is up. Without Him, I'm not sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;how I'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to continue journey. He is my source of hope, my source of strength.. is Christ alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-5944217699015202280?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5944217699015202280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5944217699015202280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5944217699015202280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5944217699015202280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/fire-and-passion.html' title='Fire and passion...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1548243586176088498</id><published>2009-06-17T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:10:33.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School life..</title><content type='html'>I'm back to school after 2 weeks of holiday. The holiday was neither too long nor too short, or maybe, a lil' too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to school. It's the first Chapel today this school term together with the Lower 6. There were a handful of them. I remembered when I was in Lower 6, I was so exited that there was Chapel Service. It is so beautiful. It is indeed a time for us to quiet down our heart despite the busy school life a reflect on whether we have been focusing on the right things throughout the school week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lower 6s' just started their orientation. Some have got their personal seniors signatures but some are still yet to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun Lower 6s'.. Enjoy your Form 6 life in MBS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1548243586176088498?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1548243586176088498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1548243586176088498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1548243586176088498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1548243586176088498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-life.html' title='School life..'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1628838845263116065</id><published>2009-06-11T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:17:58.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple pie and pop corn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SjCFC45D_aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PYjrAdyZ-8k/s1600-h/09-06-09_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SjCFC45D_aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PYjrAdyZ-8k/s320/09-06-09_1609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345919042366733730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lite 'n' sweet cinnamon popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SjCFCRW2TiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/u0x2GZn7dug/s1600-h/09-06-09_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SjCFCRW2TiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/u0x2GZn7dug/s320/09-06-09_1642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345919031754247714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple pie in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SjCFCy6aLVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ldMsM6N4rnA/s1600-h/09-06-09_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SjCFCy6aLVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ldMsM6N4rnA/s320/09-06-09_1720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345919040761769298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apple pie.. The one me and my mom baked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" class="gl_video" border="0" /&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/7190083264165414900-1628838845263116065?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1628838845263116065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1628838845263116065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1628838845263116065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1628838845263116065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/apple-pie-and-pop-corn.html' title='Apple pie and pop corn'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SjCFC45D_aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PYjrAdyZ-8k/s72-c/09-06-09_1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-3287232568886866731</id><published>2009-06-10T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:56:34.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left and Right Brain Equal..</title><content type='html'>I just did a test on which side of my brain is more dominant and this is the result..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use both sides equally. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right brain individual: Right brain individuals are intuitive, creative and imaginative. They are flexible and are concerned with the bigger picture rather than details. They are impulsive and spontaneous and do not like time limits. They have difficulty explaining ideas verbally and prefer illustrations to verbal instructions. Careers: Architects, Artists, Salespeople, Psychiatrists, Musicians, Politicians, Teachers. (Interpersonal, Emotional, Musical, Spiritual, Talker.) Left brain individuals are analytical, articulate and to the point. They like identifying details and are more logical than intuitive. Left brained people have good communication and persuasion skills. Careers: Engineers, Systems Analysts, Technicians, Accountants, Librarians. (Administration, Conservative, Organization, Planner, Structure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.applatform.com/img/?id=1210180&amp;amp;h=6b3b60e465e41014e5d552378b745c199aed0dd7" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-3287232568886866731?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3287232568886866731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3287232568886866731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3287232568886866731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3287232568886866731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/left-and-right-brain-equal.html' title='Left and Right Brain Equal..'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2435432553938665550</id><published>2009-06-10T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:45:09.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apple pie</title><content type='html'>I learned how to make Short crust pastry yesterday.. It's half fat to flour. plus egg, cold water, sugar and salt... Then u knead, knead and knead.. but not too much. Don't handle the flour too much or else it'll turn 'rubbery' when it's baked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients - For dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 bowls of all purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda/Baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tbs Icing sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold water to bind the flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 bowl shortening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 bowl butter/margarine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sieve together flour, bicarbonate of soda, salt and icing sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add in shortening and butter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use a butter knife to cut fat into small pieces to blend with the flour until it resembles fine bread crumbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add in the egg yolk only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add in cold water a little at a time to bind the flour together using hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dough is ready when it does not stick to the sides of the bowl and your hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, knead the dough with the palm of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roll the dough with a rolling pin and place it into a pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre- bake the  dough  for 5 mins at 150&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pastrywiz.com/_art/cakes/Pastry_sbs2.jpg" height="227" width="213" /&gt;Sieved flour and fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pastrywiz.com/_art/cakes/Pastry_sbs5.jpg" height="227" width="244" /&gt;Fine bread crumbs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pastrywiz.com/_art/cakes/Pastry_sbs91.jpg" height="227" width="283" /&gt;Add in egg yolk followed by cold water and bind it             together; then knead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pastrywiz.com/_art/cakes/Apple_pie_sbs1.jpg" height="211" width="256" /&gt;The dough is ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;pictures taken fr:http://www.pastrywiz.com/cakes/piedough.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;THE DOUGH IS NOW READY.... YEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients - Filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 Granny Smith green apples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 lemon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 bowl raisins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ground Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tbs soft brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peel and grate the apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add in the lemon juice, the raisins and the sugar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sprinkle the cinnamon onto the mixture and mix it thoroughly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add the filling into the dough and baked for 15-20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep an eye to make sure you don't get a burnt offering.. Hahahahahahhahahahahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;With the short crust pastry ready, my mom and I made the apple pie filling.. Yum, yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While pre- baking the pastry, I made pop corn. Cinnamon popcorn to be exact,  it was not bad. Lite 'n' sweet popcorn with a slight cinnamon taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures of the pastry and popcorn.. Will upload it later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2435432553938665550?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2435432553938665550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2435432553938665550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2435432553938665550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2435432553938665550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/soft-crust-pastry-n-market.html' title='My apple pie'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2132288756555927395</id><published>2009-06-09T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:57:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner...</title><content type='html'>Had dinner at a restaurant called the Golden Triangle yesterday.. The food there was not bad, spicy but not spicy enough. Overall, it was nice, especially the environment and interior design was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2132288756555927395?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2132288756555927395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2132288756555927395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2132288756555927395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2132288756555927395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-no-mood-p.html' title='Dinner...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-5356101170582393657</id><published>2009-06-08T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:26:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin and his new toy..</title><content type='html'>My cousin WK just got a new toy yesterday.. Yeh!! *clap* *clap* It's a Yoga Ball.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did all sorts of exercise with the ball.  The exercises look simply for it's not easy. Hey, I actually took some picture of him with the Yoga Ball but I promised him that I'll not post them, so too bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-5356101170582393657?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5356101170582393657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5356101170582393657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5356101170582393657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5356101170582393657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-cousin-and-his-new-toy.html' title='My cousin and his new toy..'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2305362696274876606</id><published>2009-06-08T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:03:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz...</title><content type='html'>The second week of the school holidays has just begun. I'm learning to play the song "To Zarnakand" in Final Fantasy on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my cousins and I went for a movie entitled "Night At the Museum 2". It was ok, not bad, funny. I'm waiting for the new Harry Potter to be out in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................  don't know what to blog about la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Tomorrow perhaps I'll have some ideas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2305362696274876606?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2305362696274876606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2305362696274876606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2305362696274876606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2305362696274876606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/haiz.html' title='Haiz...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-6102705746096784119</id><published>2009-06-06T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:51:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long long day..</title><content type='html'>Dinner was awesome yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SipZ_hZntDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LwhUJAlTsyc/s1600-h/05-06-09_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SipZ_hZntDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LwhUJAlTsyc/s320/05-06-09_2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182855660975154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petai Sambal with Prawn, my favourite dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up at 6.15 am today because we needed to send my cousin, WK to his SAT at KDU, Penang. We actually reached  quite early, about  7.15 and the exam  only starts at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping him off and settling him down, we went to Bali Hai to eat 'dim sum' for breakfast.  The  'dim sum'  there was good.  Shortly after that, we came back to fetch my other cousin WL to KDU also for his Anime gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that WL is really into it. He stayed up till 2.00am something to complete his sword. Salute him for that, for his determination. He said he was going to play something like Amazing Race at the anime gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I personally am not into anime. No offense, but I think some of the anime are quite evil, but it also depends on how you look at it. Later while waiting for my cousin to finish his SAT  exam,  my mom and I sat at the lobby to observe those people who dress up like anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I observed, what crossed my mind was this. These people are trying so hard to dress up to be someone their not. Anime is a world of fantasy, and these people trying so hard to be someone their not because they are so influenced by them. I was thinking, would these people try too hard and end up being confused between reality and fantasy? Of course, not all are like that. Some just like it because of it's graphics or just for the fun. So I think that it's really important that we are able to find a balance between it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anime aside, after dropping WL of, we went to Gurney Plaza. There we went to Jurin for lunch. It's a Japanese Restaurant. I ate Unagi Stone bowl, my mom and aunt both ate tepanyyaki seafood combo and venison respectively, while WK ate cold soba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SipZ_xDKYGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p0HoPOHyM2Y/s1600-h/06-06-09_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SipZ_xDKYGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p0HoPOHyM2Y/s320/06-06-09_1443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182859861745762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin looking half dead after his SAT during lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SipZ_0Y9wGI/AAAAAAAAAII/rajynBzsF50/s1600-h/06-06-09_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SipZ_0Y9wGI/AAAAAAAAAII/rajynBzsF50/s320/06-06-09_1442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182860758499426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chopstick at the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch we went to Cold Storage. Later when we were on our way home, WL called and said that he'll be done in 45mins, so we detoured and went to Coffee Bean. After 50 mins, when we wanted to fetch  him,  he called to say  that he  wanted to  join another anime  competition.  So we decided to come home first.  We reached home at about 5.45pm. That's almost 12 hours out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a long day but not that long also because I've been out for longer hours... Well, this sentence makes no sense does it? It's was a long day but not that long???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clap* *clap* Had Sambal petai with prawn and sotong again for dinner today..&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/7190083264165414900-6102705746096784119?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/6102705746096784119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=6102705746096784119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6102705746096784119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6102705746096784119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-long-day.html' title='A long long day..'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SipZ_hZntDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LwhUJAlTsyc/s72-c/05-06-09_2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-1340647096900610423</id><published>2009-06-05T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:30:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't belileve that I'm Actually writing this</title><content type='html'>I want to go back to school.. I miss school.. I miss my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the mid-year exams, I was longing for the holidays, but now when I'm in the midst of the holidays, I want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  ya, I read all the comments posted in facebook about the Chapel Retreat, looks like everyone did learned something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really having another one after STPM in December? I don't mind, I really looking forward to it actually if there's going to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUBE was a really nice place. I don't mind going there again for the next camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, is Chapel going to have another retreat next year? Can I join? Will I be over aged??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1340647096900610423?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1340647096900610423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1340647096900610423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1340647096900610423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1340647096900610423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cnats-belileve-that-im-actually.html' title='I can&apos;t belileve that I&apos;m Actually writing this'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1761051979716782982</id><published>2009-06-05T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:57:43.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random..</title><content type='html'>Just the other day, my mom and I went to Great Eastern Mall to run some errands. Upon reaching, we needed to photostat something. So we went to LG(Lower Ground),they had a booth there, however the were out of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too bad then I thought. So I went up to 3rd floor, a computer shop. I went in but there was no one there. The shop was left there without anyone and with all those computer gadgets, laptops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wow.. The owner just left these things here????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for about 5 minutes but no one turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I saw a name card on the counter and I decided to call the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Hello, is this Mr Leaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mr. L : Ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: I'm at your computer shop here at Ampang, but no one is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mr. L: Are you sure? There should be a Malay girl there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: I really sorry, but I don't see anyone. I was here waiting for the past 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mr. L: 5 MINUTES!!!! Ok, ok... I'm so sorry. I try to get her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Ok. Thanks. I called you because I saw your name card at the counter so I thought you would be the one in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mr.L: Ok.. Thanks. I so sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Thanks. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mr. L: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the shop for over 5 minutes actually, but no one was there. But later the girl turned up, and the photostat cost RM 1, only two sheets of paper. Black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, the conclusion is I got my things done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1761051979716782982?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1761051979716782982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1761051979716782982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1761051979716782982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1761051979716782982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-random.html' title='Just Random..'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-3002019349688190857</id><published>2009-06-02T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:54:01.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ing... after camp</title><content type='html'>I miss camp. I really had a wonderful time there... the sessions, the fellowship, the games, the group discussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, even I myself too don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;. I just feel that I've learned so much at camp.. but there is still so.. so... much to be learned and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;can't wait&lt;/span&gt; to learn them all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again.. Humans can never ever learn everything about themselves what more to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; about God. There's so much to be discovered about oneself and about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that God will reveal Himself to me according to His will and time.. I too hope to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discover more&lt;/span&gt; about myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-3002019349688190857?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3002019349688190857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3002019349688190857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3002019349688190857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3002019349688190857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-ing.html' title='Emo-ing... after camp'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1613216813357225474</id><published>2009-06-01T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:54:43.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapel Retreat  cum Leadership Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Chapel Retreat cum Leadership Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th May 09 - 31 st May 09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At N.U.B.E. Port Dickson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matthew 16:24-25&lt;br /&gt;24Then Jesus said to his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. 25For whoever wants to save his life[&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+16:24-28#fen-NIV-23698a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;] will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you imagine this, yesterday after camp, i was so tired. But I somehow had enough strength to do my quiet time and this was the verse for the devotion. I just returned from camp on how we should listen for God's calling and seek His will, and this was the verse God gave to me. I totally know that this is no coincidence, it is God reminding me about what I've learned at camp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shared at camp during the reflection time on how reluctant was I when I first knew there was this Chapel Retreat, but truly, 100% no regrets attending it. THANK YOU TEACHERS for your dedication, love and time in making this camp a success. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we received the schedule for the camp, I was like WHAT!!!! Devotion at 7.00am, which means waking up at 6.30 am, ok..ok.. that's still fine, I wake up at 5.45am during school days, so shouldn't be much of a problem, then breakfast followed by session, the morning tea, then session again, then lunch, then SESSION, then afternoon tea, the session, next is bath and dinner, then session.. I was like. Ok, It's totally and completely going to be a stressful camp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, on the second day, surprisingly, it's wasn't that stressful after all but tiring because we slept at 2am something the night before. Later that evening, we had games. We played Captain Ball by the beach. So cool.. But a few of us had a very "memories", Joyce had a ball flying straight into her face, Deborah had two blue blacks on the legs and I had a elbow tackle on my head. Hahha.. But overall it was really fun and all of us had a good time together, and really lovely memories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to the sessions.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sessions were all very good. All of them impacted me in different way. Do you know how great is our God? His greatness is far beyond the comprehension of the human mind.. With the same message and words spoken during the sessions, each and every individual is impacted and touched in different ways according to God's will. We were very privileged to have so many facilitators to speak to us which enable us to learn different thing from each of their experience. The was a session on Career by Daniel Tan, it was very informative and funny, really learned some new from there. There was the X generation by Mrs Ng who showed a video clip which also impacted me, it made me reflected and was really a wake up call from God to me to come out of my comfort zone, there were sessions by Mrs Low on how real our God can be in our life, and also Chaplain Sally. Her session were also very good and there was lots of hidden meaning behind those words that she spoke waiting for us to slowly analyse and digest those message. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, we also did a temperament test, which was good as it helped us to discover our self and to maximize our strength and overcome our weaknesses for the Lord. Besides that, I also had a good time with my friends, all of them were truly a blessing to me. I was able to different things from each of them. I was also able to mend a relationship with a friend whom I found out was a lovely person. I guess it was also God's will for me to attend this camp to repair this relationship besides learning lots more of other stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet memories..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We sang a beautiful hymn during the camp entitled "How Great Thou Art" . Had an really good fellowship. There was a debate on "Are leaders made or borned?" .... N.U.B.E. was also a beautiful place, very serene and realxing. Nice place to have a camp.... and many many other priceless and precious lessons learned.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the bus..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we were leaving KL to N.U.B.E, everyone was like full of energy, chatting and laughing away. But on the way back, it was quiet. Everyone, well, most of us were flat. TIRED and really low battery.... I too slept throughout the journey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPEL RETREAT ROCKS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I truly feel like attending it again next year if there is, but I'm not sure whether I'll be over aged. There is still so much more to learn... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU TEACHERS, THANK YOU GOD.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE GOD THAT THE CAMP WAS A SUCCESS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1613216813357225474?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1613216813357225474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1613216813357225474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1613216813357225474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1613216813357225474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapel-retreat-cum-leadership-camp.html' title='Chapel Retreat  cum Leadership Camp'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1769045496200758494</id><published>2009-03-18T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:44:36.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test is over, holidays at last..but the nightmare is still yet to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ujian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;selaras&lt;/span&gt; is finally over... It was just a monthly test.. So what's the big deal right? The big deal is that it involves both lower and upper 6 work.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt; it's nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.. Whatever, the most important thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; my cousin's concert. He was playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;clarinet&lt;/span&gt;. The concert was held to celebrate St. Patrick's day, where everyone wears green. I remembered my cousin when he just started with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;clarinet&lt;/span&gt; last year, he knew nothing about it, and now, he's playing in the junior band..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is already Wednesday, half of the holiday is over.. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I blog about ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... brain juice, brain juice...  No more, all used up for math. Need to make new brain juice.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... no inspiration yet, till then when I have some brain juice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1769045496200758494?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1769045496200758494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1769045496200758494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1769045496200758494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1769045496200758494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/03/test-is-over-holidays-at-lastbut.html' title='Test is over, holidays at last..but the nightmare is still yet to come'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2398182540012423032</id><published>2009-02-08T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:56:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixture.. Happy, Stress, .....</title><content type='html'>Should I be happy? Should I be worried and stressed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is in two weeks time.. It's sort of like a count down kind of thing. Haiz... Exam seem to be drawing nearer, but, I don't seemed prepared. I went for my first Accounts tuition yesterday, it was from 9.30 am to 12.30am. 3 hours accounts, I thought it'll be dreadful however it turned out fine. I went bowling with my cousins and aunt yesterday night. We played bowling for an hour that is from 11.00pm to 12.00am. Great right looking at the fact that I'm seating for my STPM this year and March test is in two weeks time. Anyway, I had a good time. I did improved compared to the last few times. I had a couple of strikes and spares. Yeh... Happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really scary dream this morning. I dreamt that I was in school but not in my school MBS, it somehow looked different. School was on as usual, then suddenly there was an emergency announcement asking us to evacuate the building immediately. Reason being that there were insane people on school grounds. It was so scary. Then my class, we evacuated from the back gate leading towards the police station. Lolz.. That place seemed very familiar, I know I've been to that school, but I don't remember where. Well, let's forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Wk is sick. He is down with a sore throat. He had a nose bleed just now in the afternoon before lunch. Pity him.. I never had a nose bleed before but I would not want to experience one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did up the Chapel blog a bit need to figure out how to change the skin and header picture. Manage to change the header picture but didn't look nice, need to get some advice from my friends. I still have lots of things to do. Haiz.. Just thinking about it make me tired and stress up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2398182540012423032?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2398182540012423032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2398182540012423032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2398182540012423032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2398182540012423032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/02/mixture-happy-stress.html' title='Mixture.. Happy, Stress, .....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-7458562579508921062</id><published>2009-01-31T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:38:58.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>The Chinese New Year Hols is coming to an end. After this hols, it'll be a long long time before the next hols. Anyway, for this year, I don't think there'll be any real hols because I'll be sitting for my MUET in May and STPM in Nov. The definition of real holiday is that one that you can really relax not having to worry about anything. OK, not having to worry about anything is technically impossible, maybe not having to worry about a major exam will be more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in PD. We were actually supposed to go back to KL on Wednesday then go to Penang that very same day. We extended our stay in PD. I'm starting to enjoy it here at PD. It's very quiet and serene here in PD, away from the fast paced, hectic and stressful life of KL. It's actually quite a nice place to relax. But, I don't think I'll like it that much as to stay here and study here in PD. It'll be very boring. No MidValley, no cinema and limited choice of food. Food shouldn't be much of a problem, but PD is rather secluded from the rest of the world. WOW... Ok that's a nicer way to say that it'll rather back dated compared to KL. Oh ya, and one thing I don't like about PD is that there are thousands of types of bugs. Yikes.... All those crawly crawly six leggged and eight legged creatures. I thnks my U6K friend will like it here. I just saw a gigantic grasshopper the other day. I remembered they were looking for grasshoppers. There was also an Iguana outside the house a few days ago. There's no way I going near those creatures. Hahha.... But I think when I'm fored to catch those creatures for project, I'll have to do it. Good news for me, I'm in the Art stream, no need to catch bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream this morning. I dreamt about school. Lolz. i think I miss school. Argh... what a statement. One one hand I hope that school will start soon, on the other hand, I want longer holidays. Haih... I dreamt that it was house practice on that day. During normal school days, I dread to go foro house practiice as the sun is blazing hot during the practice. Now, during CNY, I dreamt that I went for house practice. NO... what's wrong with me. I think I miss school, actually I miss certain lessons. Lessons like MUET, Maths, Pengajian Am and Economics. But the best is Chapel, I miss Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't upload the Chapel blog. I think the teacher is going to slaughter me. Hahha... Unfortunately, I thought that I'll be able to go home on Wednesday, grab the Chapel file and do it in Penang as the PC there is much faster(the internet speed) compared to PD. Besides, I didn't bring the Chapel file back to PD as I didn't know that my uncle's laptop had wireless connection here in PD. I still have lots of thing to do that I've put on hold. Procrestination.... Not a good habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upload the Chapel blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorate the Chapel Board&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up with my studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for my MUET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do more revision excercises especially for Maths, Accounts and Economics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorize my PA and PP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more for General knowledge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing I want to acchive (short term) :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get A for PP, PA, and Economics in this coming ujian selaras&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get B for maths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass my accounts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I want to acchieve ( long term):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Get at least 4As' in my STPM because my mom promised me a laptop if I do so&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at least Band 5 for MUET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to live a life that glorifies God's name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to grow and walk in faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seek God's will in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-7458562579508921062?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/7458562579508921062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=7458562579508921062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7458562579508921062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7458562579508921062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-6629925000166349877</id><published>2009-01-25T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:16:18.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second night at Post Dickson.</title><content type='html'>It's the reunion dinner. I helped my mom to cook the dinner. I fried the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bayam&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately it turned out to be crispy. Ha ha.... Later mom poured some water into it and boil it for a while and it turned out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Looks like I need to learn how to fry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bayam&lt;/span&gt; as it's different from other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt;. The last time I fried the Japanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sawi&lt;/span&gt; it turned out awesome but not this time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.... I also help mom to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-shell the prawns for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tomytom&lt;/span&gt; yam soup. The soup was great and very spicy(8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;padis&lt;/span&gt; in it). There was curry chicken, mixed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt;, egg, and soup(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;choy&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after the dinner, I ate honeydew. It was as sweet as sugar and very juicy too. It's still very quiet here. My cousins have arrived from KL. The youngest boy just stopped playing the PS 2. Ya.. It's a he. He started playing the moment he arrived till now. My two elder cousins are playing cards with their parents. My mom and uncle have gone upstairs to sleep. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; eve, and everything is so quiet. No sound of fire cracker yet. Though it'll quiet over here, I do feel lucky that I'm at home rather then to be far far away alone by myself. It'll be quieter and lonelier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait.. I now hear some firecracker... Pop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;poppop&lt;/span&gt; pop... But it seems very very far away. It stopped. Too far away perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... Happy Chinese New Year Wei Loon. I'll make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kuih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bangkit&lt;/span&gt; for you when you're back in May. All the best in this new year. May God's love, blessing and guidance be upon you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-6629925000166349877?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/6629925000166349877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=6629925000166349877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6629925000166349877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6629925000166349877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-night-at-post-dickson.html' title='Second night at Post Dickson.'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2385420439520796783</id><published>2009-01-25T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:02:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day in Port Dickson...</title><content type='html'>As you can see, it's quite boring around here in PD. I actually can find the time to blog everyday. OK... I'm not supposed to be this free. But why???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;.. Let me think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. I know I've something important on this year. What was it again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... Oh ya! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Okok&lt;/span&gt;... I didn't actually forget, I just wanted to make it sounds like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins, nephews and nieces aren't back yet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TWK&lt;/span&gt; is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Panjang&lt;/span&gt;. He'll be coming over soon. 30 to 45 minutes it seems, but I sure it's going to take at least 1 hour. 15 for him to get ready, 30 minutes to find an excuse to get out and 15 to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather quiet here in this big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;banglow&lt;/span&gt;. It's old, but rather windy and it gives you a very relaxing feeling. Just opposite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bunglow&lt;/span&gt; are trees, trees and more trees. Very very green indeed. I brought books back to study, but I have to actually find the time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I've loads of time, I've to find the will power to walk up those stairs, go to my room, open the cupboard, get my books' carry it to the table,  open my books, get my pencil box, get my calculator, sit down, start my brain, and study. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOLZ&lt;/span&gt;. That's a really really long process. Lots and lots of will power needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all soon be over. It's all soon be over. Yup.. That's what I said in my previous post, but how will it end. Will it be a happy ending or a sad one?? I want it to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;happpy&lt;/span&gt; one. So, looks like I'll really have to gather all those will power and seek for God's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing online chess with the comp as I'm writing this post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. I can't believe I'm actually doing that. I think I want to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kuih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bangkit&lt;/span&gt; later if my uncle can get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aero&lt;/span&gt; root flour from PD town. Besides that, I hope that I can find sometime to go to the beach with WK. Wait...The sun is blazing, and I'll get sun burn. I'm already tanned because of the weekly sport house practice, but I really want to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.. Whatever, we'll see when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is making chocolate cake in the kitchen. I can hear the sound of the cake mixer. Spinning and spinning and spinning and..................... it goes on and on and on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2385420439520796783?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2385420439520796783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2385420439520796783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2385420439520796783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2385420439520796783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-day-in-port-dickson.html' title='Second day in Port Dickson...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-3256439196170381873</id><published>2009-01-24T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:45:07.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>I just arrived Port Dickson at the Taman TKK house a couple of hours ago. 10 minutes later my cousins arrived from Penang. After we arrived from Kuala Lumpur, my mom cooked dinner. We had a simple but delicious dinner. We had prawns, fish, roasted pork(siew yok) and beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my cousins went back to Pasir Pajang, not very far from the Taman TKK house actually. The house is rather empty and quiet. It's very different from KL. Everything here seems to move  so slowly. The pace of life over here is so slow. Even the clock seems to move slower compared to KL. Well, although that's not quite possible but it does seems to move  slower. After i finished my dinner, taken  my bath, it was only 9.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water here is super yellow. In fact, it's almost brown. I think it's because we only come back during Chinese New Year. It's actually quite fun to come back here once in a while. To take a break from the hectic and fast paced lifestyle in Kuala Lumpur, but I think if i were to stay here for long, i mean like really really long a year perhaps, I maybe bored of the slow paced lifestyle here. After 6pm, everything is quiet here. All the shops are closed. Unlike KL where it's always busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think I'll be able to really play and relax this CNY because my test is in early March. Even if it was not for the test, I still have mt MUET in May and STPM in November. Haiz... It's going to be a really hectic and tiring year. Well, it'll all soon be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-3256439196170381873?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3256439196170381873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3256439196170381873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3256439196170381873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3256439196170381873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-port-dickson.html' title='Back In Port Dickson'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-5311217734951831785</id><published>2009-01-14T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:31:11.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Chapel service and house practice of the year...</title><content type='html'>Wow..... It's a long long day today. It's Wednesday(14/01/09) today, first Chapel of the year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;... *clap* *clap* The theme for this year is Living For Jesus and of course the theme song is "Living for Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living for Jesus a life that is true; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;striving to please him in all that I do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yielding allegiance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gladhearted&lt;/span&gt; and free, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the pathway of blessing for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refrain:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Jesus, Lord and Savior, I give myself to thee; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for thou, in thy atonement, didst give thyself for me; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I own no other master, my heart shall be thy throne, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life I give, henceforth to live, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Christ for thee alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sang this song, I wondered whether have I been living a life that glorifies God's name for the pass year. Well, yes and no, I guess. However, I still feel that I'm still so helpless at times. I know that I suppose to do something but yet I don't do it or I'm not suppose to it and yet I do it. I really need God's help to live for Jesus this year. I hope that I'll be a better testimony this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message today awesome. The congregation was so quite today. They were all paying attention to the speaker. I hope that in weeks to come, they would be just as quite so that they could really understand the purpose of Chapel and treasure the privilege given to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House practice started at 3.00pm and ended at 4.30pm today. The sun was blazing. My cheeks were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; red and hot. I think that the waether was so hot that I could have fried on egg on the terrace. We had 100 meters and 400 meters run. We had to run round the field trice. Once for warm up, twice for choosing runners for sports day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. It is the first time I went to the far end of the field. We had to sit on the grass too. It's has been a long long time since I had house practice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.... Fortunately I did not have Detention Class Duty today. If not. school will be out at 1.55pm, duty starts at 2.00pm and ends at 2.45pm. House practice is at 3.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oopm&lt;/span&gt;. It's definitely going to be a long and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; day. Anyway, my DC duty is on a Wednesday, so I would surely have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; to experience this long , stressful and awesome day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lolz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-5311217734951831785?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5311217734951831785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5311217734951831785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5311217734951831785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5311217734951831785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-chapel-service-and-house-practice.html' title='First Chapel service and house practice of the year...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-4849601886026026779</id><published>2009-01-09T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:49:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies....</title><content type='html'>It was only 05.01.09 just the other day, the first day of school and now it's 09.01.09 already. A week has just gone by so quickly. Looking at how time just goes by so quickly is really scary. Before I know it, when I wake up in the morning, it'l be the first day of STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that I want to acchive this year:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get A for Pengajian Perniagaan, Ekonomi, Pengajian Am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to grow and walk in faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to get A for my Math&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at least Band 5 for MUET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at least 3As' for my Ujian pertama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CF was great. It's the first CF this year after a long long break. We played gurdian angel. Ha ha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-4849601886026026779?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/4849601886026026779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=4849601886026026779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4849601886026026779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4849601886026026779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-flies.html' title='Time flies....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-552906508330339281</id><published>2009-01-03T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:28:32.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Christmas was awesome. I celebrated Christmas in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. We had a BBQ Christmas party for my cousin who just returned from the US on the 23&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Dec 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom spent the whole day in the kitchen preparing the food foe the BBQ. There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bakar&lt;/span&gt;, lamb, cocktails, fish ball baked cheese potatoes and chicken wings. Besides that, my aunt ordered friend noodles and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt; from the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped my mom out in the kitchen. I helped her cooked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bakar&lt;/span&gt;, under her supervision of course. Ha ha... : )  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bakar&lt;/span&gt; turned out to be awesome. Clap clap... The thought of it makes my hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle too just came back from Vietnam. He helped started the fire for the BBQ while my mom prepared the food. He initially cooked the food on the BBQ pit for my cousins and his friends. Later when mom was done in the kitchen, she came and cook the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also invited Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt; and her family for the party. She brought baby Jo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; along. He was so adorable. He really loved the watermelon. Ha ha.. Most children do. He also played with the swing that was in my aunt's house. You should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; seen him when he smiles, he's just so adorable. Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt; is growing prettier by the day. I guess Alan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;koko&lt;/span&gt; takes really good care of her. Ha ha.... Later I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; with Jo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt;. I was glad that he enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we celebrated Wei Loon's homecoming and birthday. His reaction was like: " Hey, my birthday is two months ago." But he was in US back then. So I guess it's a belated birthday cake cum homecoming and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Wow... 3 in 1, just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nescafe&lt;/span&gt; 3 in1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was over and by the time my mom, my aunt and I cleaned up it was about 2.30am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was really long and tiring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-552906508330339281?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/552906508330339281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=552906508330339281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/552906508330339281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/552906508330339281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-6312501586127128609</id><published>2008-12-28T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:46:50.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O CHristmas Tree.. O Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;{   }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;{   }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas 'n' a Happy New Year 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-6312501586127128609?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/6312501586127128609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=6312501586127128609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6312501586127128609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6312501586127128609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-christmas-tree-o-christmas-tree.html' title='O CHristmas Tree.. 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Especially breakfast, I had to wake  up earlier. Well, it was good training for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had fun giving marks. As I was giving marks, I remembered the time I was a camper, I always wished that I was the one who will be giving the marks. Ha ha...and this year I gave the marks. Wow... It's really not easy. The worst part is I got sick during the camp. I had a tummy ache from the third day onwards.  Lol... thank God I had the strength to sustain throughout the whole camp. After the camp, on Sunday, I was like totally flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the camp, I joined Marie che-che's class. I missed the first day. *sob* *sob* Anyway, I'm glad that I joined from the second day onwards. The lessons were great. God struck me with different thoughts each day. On the day she asked us to reflect how God's delays may not be denial, how true this statement is. When I reflected on my pass experience of God's delay,  I realise that sometimes prayers are answered and things happen when you least expect it. The delay in revealing His reason and will for something that happened or someone I come in contact with made me trust Him more. It is like, when I'm already so "tired" or confused He will then reveal the reason to me, how amazing that is. It's like a Father comforting her daughter when when is down and lost. The feeling is great. So comforting and so assuring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of Vacation Camp, Marie che-che taught about obedience. The video clip was so scary. When I saw the part where the nails were nailed on to Jesus' hands, I could feel the pain in my heart. But, I know I can never ever comprehend the pain that Jesus' went through. The video clip was like a wake up call, I could heard a voice saying, 'hey, Jesus' went through all that for you, so deep is His love for you, are you taking this too lightly sometimes?' The video clip was like a knife stabbing through my heart. I just can't explained how I felt when I watched that clip, I felt I mixed of emotions. Anyway, I'm glad that I joined the class. I learnt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;THANK YOU MARIE CHE-CHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Word is so amazing. I joined the workshop by auntie Mabel for the Std 1 to Std 4 kids. The kids learnt about the bible stories in both the old and new testament. Although I may have heard the bible stories again and again, but each time I hear it, I realise something new, something  I didn't see the last time I heard it. We also played a game, we were supposed to write 2 good works that we did throughout our life, then fold it into an aeroplane. Then, we were supposed to aim at the center of the dart board which represent God. The distant between the dart board and where the children stand was quite a distant. Surely, no one was able to hit the center of the board. This was a simple game, but the message behind the game was so deep. If it was not for Jesus who died on the cross and rose again, we will be like the aeroplane, doing good works and keep on trying but we will never be good enough to reach God. This is not something that I just learnt, but each time I'm reminded of it, it makes me cherish this relationship more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;THANKS AUNTY MABEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, during the hobbies, it was really God's guidance. The first day of hobbies, we(me and Esther Liew) did macaroni salad. The children were only Std 1 to Std 4, I was so afraid that they will cut themselves. I was afraid that the wouldn't know how to use the peeler, but to my surprise they were able to do it. They were able to peel the apples and the cucumber, remove the seeds, and even cut them into cubes, After everything was done, I was like, "Thank God everything went on smoothly, the children enjoyed themselves and the most important is that they did not hurt themselves". That was the first day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, it was art and craft. I took the 10 years old. There was 6 of them. I taught them the three tier pop-up card. I was so afraid that they couldn't do it. It's not that I don't trust that they can, be somehow there was this fear in me. But, they children were amazing. They were able to do it and they were so creative. The children were so happy when the card was done,  they were so proud of their art work. I was so happy to see the joy in their faces, it was lovely. They managed to finish the craft within the time allocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really learnt a lot through this Vacation Camp, even more than what I learnt when I was a camper. I learnt to trust God, and everything will go on fine if you turn to Him in prayer that He answers prayers. I'm glad that I went to help at Vacation Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk through life's journey, learning differeft things at each pit stop, going through different life experience, it is truly a comfort to know that God is in control of everything. There may always be ups and downs in life, but being able to cast all my cares to Gos is a real blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-9192151542138880338?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/9192151542138880338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=9192151542138880338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/9192151542138880338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/9192151542138880338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/12/cgc-vacation-camp-2008.html' title='CGC Vacation Camp 2008'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-3827756385041778457</id><published>2008-12-11T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:38:09.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho ho ho... Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;so important during CHRISTmas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 1:18-25 (New International Version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birth of Jesus Christ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. 19Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.&lt;br /&gt;20But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, "Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus,[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=%20Matthew%201:18-25%20;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-23166a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;] because he will save his people from their sins."&lt;br /&gt;22All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: 23"The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=%20Matthew%201:18-25%20;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-23168b"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;]—which means, "God with us."&lt;br /&gt;24When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. 25But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;During an all-night festival in Paris, five young people, apparently drunk, broke into the Orsay Museum and left a 4-inch gash in a priceless painting by Claude Monet. Culture Minister Christine Albanel said the painting could be restored, but she was deeply disturbed at the damage done by “a purely criminal act.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One news headline read: “Monet Masterpiece Marred.” To mar is to injure or damage; to spoil, disfigure, or impair. It’s an apt description of sin’s effect on us. We know well the results of our own choices made in ignorance or defiance of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach Christmas, it’s good to remember why Jesus was born. The Son of God did not come to establish a nostalgic, family-oriented, commercially successful holiday. The angel told Joseph: “[Mary] will bring forth a Son, and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins” (Matt. 1:21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas began with a present from God to His sin-damaged world: “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom. 6:23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masterpiece of God’s human creation, marred by turning away from Him, can be restored when we give our hearts to Christ. — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="David C. McCasland" href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/David-C-McCasland.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;David C. McCasland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He came into this world a babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This world that He Himself had made;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He came to do the Father’s will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That ended on dark Calvary’s hill. —Newstrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jesus came to earth to repair our sin-damaged lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2008/12/10/devotion.aspx"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2008/12/10/devotion.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-3827756385041778457?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3827756385041778457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3827756385041778457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3827756385041778457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3827756385041778457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho-merry-christmas.html' title='Ho ho ho... Merry Christmas'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2315694400157259468</id><published>2008-12-11T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:30:57.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ginger cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCyt-FpUiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mIJas_eotP8/s1600-h/IMGP6224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415266108756514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCyt-FpUiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mIJas_eotP8/s320/IMGP6224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My own creation..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytu7vbvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cjdPRP4eMzI/s1600-h/IMGP6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415262040682226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytu7vbvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cjdPRP4eMzI/s320/IMGP6223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess, what's in his hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytV9jqsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/c6OGbTsfTZ4/s1600-h/IMGP6220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415255337413314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytV9jqsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/c6OGbTsfTZ4/s320/IMGP6220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My edible christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytDG5qWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NdxkqoELp2o/s1600-h/IMGP6210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415250276329826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytDG5qWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NdxkqoELp2o/s320/IMGP6210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytCO20yI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XW5O0Faq5uk/s1600-h/IMGP6205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415250041262882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCytCO20yI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XW5O0Faq5uk/s320/IMGP6205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pro is at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2315694400157259468?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2315694400157259468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2315694400157259468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2315694400157259468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2315694400157259468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-ginger-cookies.html' title='Christmas ginger cookies'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SUCyt-FpUiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mIJas_eotP8/s72-c/IMGP6224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-1864829651982190204</id><published>2008-11-19T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:19:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With God All Thing Is Possible.. :  )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2 Kings 5&lt;br /&gt;Naaman Healed of Leprosy  1 Now Naaman was commander of the army of the king of Aram. He was a great man in the sight of his master and highly regarded, because through him the LORD had given victory to Aram. He was a valiant soldier, but he had leprosy. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Kings%205:1-3,9-15#fen-NIV-9649a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt; 2 Now bands from Aram had gone out and had taken captive a young girl from Israel, and she served Naaman's wife. 3 She said to her mistress, "If only my master would see the prophet who is in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2 Kings 5:9-15&lt;br /&gt;9 So Naaman went with his horses and chariots and stopped at the door of Elisha's house. 10 Elisha sent a messenger to say to him, "Go, wash yourself seven times in the Jordan, and your flesh will be restored and you will be cleansed."&lt;br /&gt; 11 But Naaman went away angry and said, "I thought that he would surely come out to me and stand and call on the name of the LORD his God, wave his hand over the spot and cure me of my leprosy. 12 Are not Abana and Pharpar, the rivers of Damascus, better than any of the waters of Israel? Couldn't I wash in them and be cleansed?" So he turned and went off in a rage.&lt;br /&gt; 13 Naaman's servants went to him and said, "My father, if the prophet had told you to do some great thing, would you not have done it? How much more, then, when he tells you, 'Wash and be cleansed'!" 14 So he went down and dipped himself in the Jordan seven times, as the man of God had told him, and his flesh was restored and became clean like that of a young boy.&lt;br /&gt; 15 Then Naaman and all his attendants went back to the man of God. He stood before him and said, "Now I know that there is no God in all the world except in Israel. Please accept now a gift from your servant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ancient Syria’s mightiest military commander, General Naaman had all the benefits the empire could offer: influence, affluence, and power. All, that is, except for health! Naaman was a leper (2 Kings 5:1-3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, the servant girl in the general’s household had no options or power at all. As a captive from an army raid, she had been forced into a lifetime of slavery (v.2). But she did not permit herself to be overcome by despair and bitterness. Rather, she rose above her no-option estate to serve wholeheartedly the best interests of her master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This servant girl didn’t see her master’s leprosy as God’s punishment but as an opportunity to point Naaman to God’s prophet in Samaria (v.3). Her recommendation led to Naaman’s complete healing. He declared, “Now I know that there is no God in all the earth, except in Israel” (v.15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many people have abundant options. Others, however, have their choices curtailed by poverty, poor health, or other adverse circumstances. When a crisis comes, even their limited options evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet one choice always remains. Like Naaman’s servant girl, we can still choose to serve God and point others to Him—regardless of our limited circumstances.  — &lt;a title="Albert Lee" href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/Albert-Lee.aspx"&gt;Albert Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Tis mine to choose if self shall dieAnd never rise again;’Tis mine to yield the throne to ChristAnd bid Him rule and reign. —Christiansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facing an impossibility gives us the opportunity to trust God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: RBC, Our Daily Bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1864829651982190204?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1864829651982190204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1864829651982190204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1864829651982190204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1864829651982190204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-god-all-thing-is-possible.html' title='With God All Thing Is Possible.. :  )'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-6051147242881222704</id><published>2008-11-18T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:46:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random... Class party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJWbd-8kDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nCOKg0Xe5bM/s1600-h/C+Pau+Lee+birthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269869543882002482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJWbd-8kDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nCOKg0Xe5bM/s320/C+Pau+Lee+birthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pau Lee's birthday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSFFmiJNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DOYs6kWHVSQ/s1600-h/uno+stacko.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269864761333523666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSFFmiJNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DOYs6kWHVSQ/s320/uno+stacko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uno Stacko...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSFE8xcSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Bufy4ifLXMs/s1600-h/Pn.+khoon+n+L6A.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269864761158365474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSFE8xcSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Bufy4ifLXMs/s320/Pn.+khoon+n+L6A.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pn Khoon... MUET : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSFHjXjLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eKls-jcFUG4/s1600-h/Pn.+Chong+My+n+L6S.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269864761857117362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSFHjXjLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eKls-jcFUG4/s320/Pn.+Chong+My+n+L6S.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pn Chong MY... General Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSE27S92I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KeJh8D1k8qQ/s1600-h/L6A.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269864757394077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSE27S92I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KeJh8D1k8qQ/s320/L6A.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L6A... Bright Gems ; &gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSEgCkLFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cm1WcmIm2dA/s1600-h/Class+teacher+n+chem+teacher.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269864751250549842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJSEgCkLFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cm1WcmIm2dA/s320/Class+teacher+n+chem+teacher.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Lee (Class teacher) n Chem teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6Udu7BQI/AAAAAAAAADs/ukJVdGcJ3kc/s1600-h/the+boys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269838637230130434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6Udu7BQI/AAAAAAAAADs/ukJVdGcJ3kc/s320/the+boys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6UKa1RoI/AAAAAAAAADk/iVNRyFm3PJs/s1600-h/the+girls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269838632045594242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6UKa1RoI/AAAAAAAAADk/iVNRyFm3PJs/s320/the+girls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6TTH3EpI/AAAAAAAAADc/SDAUkFaiBIc/s1600-h/more+food.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269838617202070162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6TTH3EpI/AAAAAAAAADc/SDAUkFaiBIc/s320/more+food.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6S60oPAI/AAAAAAAAADU/qJ7DVsn6HZ0/s1600-h/food.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269838610678955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSI6S60oPAI/AAAAAAAAADU/qJ7DVsn6HZ0/s320/food.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more food...&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;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/7190083264165414900-6051147242881222704?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/6051147242881222704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=6051147242881222704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6051147242881222704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6051147242881222704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-class-party.html' title='Random... Class party'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSJWbd-8kDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nCOKg0Xe5bM/s72-c/C+Pau+Lee+birthday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-1887088641145861947</id><published>2008-11-15T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:43:29.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of the hols,,,</title><content type='html'>Christmas is soon and I'm so happy. I wasn't so relax during this thme of the year in 2007 because I was sitting for my SPM and I'm sure I'll be more stress next year because it is STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I dunno what to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvr mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1887088641145861947?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1887088641145861947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1887088641145861947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1887088641145861947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1887088641145861947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-of-hols.html' title='First day of the hols,,,'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-3952012637810710182</id><published>2008-11-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:12:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pn Chong SL - Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSqL_FYhIJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4BssGgtPQqE/s1600-h/Group+Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272180229683617938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSqL_FYhIJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4BssGgtPQqE/s320/Group+Photo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the first economy lesson, we had it at the Lecture Hall, everyone was talkative and noisy, no one was in a mood to study. When you first entered class, I thought that you looked rather young. I was thinking that: Wow.. We are having such a young teacher who is going to teach economy. I remembered during the first few lessons, I would sit at the back of the Lecture Hall so that you won't be able to see, but somehow you were too observant. I couldn't escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, one day at the canteen, it was right after economy lesson, school was over, I met you at the canteen with your daughter, little did I realise that I taught your daughter when I worked as a temporary teacher after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; in Davidson. It is really a small, small world. When I got to know this, I felt the pressure. I didn't know why, be later got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first few lessons, I did not really enjoy economy. Not because you weren't good but because it was a new subject to me. Everything was so new, the school environment, the rules and also the lessons. We only had lessons for one week or so, and it was the 1st semester break. The bond wasn't form yet back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the holidays, there was teacher's day celebration. I was the monitor back then, I remembered I gave you a bar of chocolate on behalf of the class. Your first expression was: Hey, the chocolate melted already. I was speechless then, I didn't know what to say. Well, it was just a simple thank you although it was only the beginning of the school term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after a few lesson, I don't know exactly when, I started enjoying economy. I started to sit in front. Your lesson somehow grew more and more interesting. I somehow just grew to like economy. The examples you used were so random, it ranged from your son to shop houses and factories. You were able to use all these example to make economy more relevant and it was easier to understand with all those real life examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told us that you prepared your lessons till late at night and spent more that two hours to prepare your lessons before you entered our class as it was the first year you're teaching Form 6 economics. You also had extra classes to revise what you have taught with us. Although there were only a few of us who attended your class, you never failed to conduct those extra classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, there were always some boys who asked questions to distract you, though you looked irritated but you were patient and always smiled. You would answer their question if it is related to the topic you are teaching. Those boys spiced up the economy lesson each time. They were always up to mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, during one of the extra classes, you told me that you were a Christian. I was glad to know that. I then knew the reason why you were such a wonderful teacher. You prepared questions and notes for us without fail. You were dedicated to your job. You came to school in order to finish the syllabus although you were sick. Thank you teacher... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to know that you will be leaving to further your studies, I was sadden. You were such a excellent teacher. Later, I realised that I not only strive to want to do well in my economy during the exam so that I won't let you down but I have also learned to like you. I always looked forward to your lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly God's blessing that I have you as my teacher. You have really been a blessing to all the students you taught. All the effort, love, care, time and dedication you have put in will always be appreciated and remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you further your studies, I wish you all the best. May you continue to be a blessing to others wherever you may be. As you have been a blessing to me and all the students, I hope that we too have been a blessing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember your sweet and jovial face. Oh ya, and what your always said: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;panas&lt;/span&gt; la, eh you all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;panas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;? After reading you blog and listening to all your lessons, i realise that I didn't waste my 11 years of studying Chinese. You made me realise the importance of Chinese and I have actually grown to love Chinese more although I'm in Form 6 now. Thank so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord continue to use you as a tool to bless others. May He continue to reveal His will for you in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be granted unto you.... -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THANK YOU TEACHER... YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART. &lt;/span&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/7190083264165414900-3952012637810710182?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3952012637810710182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3952012637810710182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3952012637810710182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3952012637810710182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-pn-chong-sl-thank-you.html' title='To Pn Chong SL - Thank you'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSqL_FYhIJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4BssGgtPQqE/s72-c/Group+Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-1578043037849743568</id><published>2008-11-07T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:46:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.... 07/11/08</title><content type='html'>Today was great. I actually enjoyed my Accounts lesson. We did on Kos Relavan today. Oh ya, and math.... We did Probabilities.... It was so confusing. Later during Economics lesson, the teacher was sick but she still came to school in order to finish the syllabus. Really grateful to have her as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at CF, we had BK quiz and sketch. It was so funny. Really laughed, so relax..... Oh ya, today after Cf we had the CF convention meeting. I met Abigail Choo there. She was formerly from my church. She is already in Form 4 and is the CF president. WOW ; ) the last time I saw her, I remembered her as a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the CF convention, I'm helping out in the Creative part. Need to design the T-shirt and booklet, not an easy task, really need God's guidance. Oh ya.... Today we were locked in the Upper 6 Mori classroom. We were having our meeting and Joyce wanted to leave early. Unfortunately, the door was locked from outside.... The were metal bars put across all the three doors and the best part is, there's no windows in that classroom. So the guys can't climb out through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the teachers contacted someone to open the door for us... Ha ha: ) what a experience....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1578043037849743568?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1578043037849743568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1578043037849743568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1578043037849743568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1578043037849743568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-071108.html' title='Friday.... 07/11/08'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-552174787901204924</id><published>2008-11-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:46:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation day.... 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZTIjw3PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u1wmhZ3TXWk/s1600-h/Yee+Seng+aka+Head+boy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224542947663090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZTIjw3PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u1wmhZ3TXWk/s320/Yee+Seng+aka+Head+boy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yee Seng a.k.a School Captain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZTGDQFzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sEdTfY267wg/s1600-h/Shin+Yin,+Matthew,+Me"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224542274426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZTGDQFzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sEdTfY267wg/s320/Shin+Yin,+Matthew,+Me" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shin Yin, Matthew, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224538542150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZS4JaFVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-VxHUOvrayg/s320/Shin+Yin,+Joanna,+Me,+Janice+Koo" border="0" /&gt;Joanna, Me, Shin Yin, Janice Koo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZSmr29gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RohPSafzqCc/s1600-h/Ms+Moey+and+some+boys"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224533854811650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZSmr29gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RohPSafzqCc/s320/Ms+Moey+and+some+boys" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms Moey and some Prefects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZSon5rbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OKbt7XBYF-g/s1600-h/Ranjini%27s+speech"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270224534375083442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZSon5rbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OKbt7XBYF-g/s320/Ranjini%27s+speech" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ranjini's Speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Form 6 Representative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDxOp50I/AAAAAAAAAGc/hFeuKLmaaQ4/s1600-h/Shin+Yin,+Joanna,+Me"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008774708029250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDxOp50I/AAAAAAAAAGc/hFeuKLmaaQ4/s320/Shin+Yin,+Joanna,+Me" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shin Yin , Joanna, Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDwgalgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mrtd5CVQgi4/s1600-h/MBS+PRefectorial+board"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008774514087426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDwgalgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mrtd5CVQgi4/s320/MBS+PRefectorial+board" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MBSSKL Prefectorial Board 07/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDkNZChI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UYLM7YyHZS0/s1600-h/Isaac+and+me"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008771213068818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDkNZChI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UYLM7YyHZS0/s320/Isaac+and+me" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDr5Lw1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qdnk8ev33CQ/s1600-h/Isaac+and+Janice"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008773275796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDr5Lw1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qdnk8ev33CQ/s320/Isaac+and+Janice" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac n Janice Lim a.k.a Head girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secretary and Asst. Secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDu54ElI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qeZ3XoFd1KE/s1600-h/Isaac+and+Boh+boh"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008774084006482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLVDu54ElI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qeZ3XoFd1KE/s320/Isaac+and+Boh+boh" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac n Zhuang Xiao a.k.a Boh boh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTeouy_lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yTRzljJIChE/s1600-h/group+photo+5"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007037260136018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTeouy_lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yTRzljJIChE/s320/group+photo+5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seck Wei, Me, Jenitha, Shin Yin, Anne, Joanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTeiBITsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bVOlxwQJWzI/s1600-h/group+photo+4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007035457982146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTeiBITsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bVOlxwQJWzI/s320/group+photo+4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gruop photo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTefGv63I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eucl_ICnepI/s1600-h/group+photo+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007034676243314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTefGv63I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eucl_ICnepI/s320/group+photo+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smilez.... : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTeUbYAHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aBLZk-RmnHw/s1600-h/group+photo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007031809966194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLTeUbYAHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aBLZk-RmnHw/s320/group+photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wan YI, Sharveena, Isaac, Anthony, Allan. Me, Kay Yan, Chi Yeen, Janice Koo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqgfMngI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E-r_t5FUaI4/s1600-h/Galen%27s+Speech"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270006141694025218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqgfMngI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E-r_t5FUaI4/s320/Galen%27s+Speech" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Galen's Speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Art Class Representative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqmP1ZhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IZK3QGoaYP4/s1600-h/Form+5+and+Upper+6"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270006143240201746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqmP1ZhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IZK3QGoaYP4/s320/Form+5+and+Upper+6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Form 5s' and Upper 6xers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqQ8a6dI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-qgSUrlqw2Y/s1600-h/Evelyns%27"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270006137521629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqQ8a6dI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-qgSUrlqw2Y/s320/Evelyns%27" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evelyns'.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evelyn Yang and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqcPSDUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_uYkyPPfC4c/s1600-h/Anthony%27s+speech"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270006140553530690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqcPSDUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_uYkyPPfC4c/s320/Anthony%27s+speech" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anthony's Speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science class Representative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqMl2fYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9IGSfgxN-Qw/s1600-h/Anthony+and+Isaac"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270006136353226114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSLSqMl2fYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9IGSfgxN-Qw/s320/Anthony+and+Isaac" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anthony and Isaac&lt;br /&gt;Vice Captain n Secretary&lt;br /&gt;Smilez... : )&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-552174787901204924?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/552174787901204924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=552174787901204924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/552174787901204924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/552174787901204924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation-day-2008.html' title='Graduation day.... 2008'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SSOZTIjw3PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u1wmhZ3TXWk/s72-c/Yee+Seng+aka+Head+boy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-5261611950919152713</id><published>2008-10-29T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:49:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird and mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Q: When is a bird bigger than a mountain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: When the bird is closer than the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't makes sense, does it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this very true, let's apply it to our lifes. The bird is like problems that we face in life, while the mountain is like God. Often we feel that the problems that we faced are to much for us to bare and God seems so far away like the mountain. Actually, if we realise God is actually always beside us. He is waiting for us to call out to Him. He was there, is there and will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/7190083264165414900-5261611950919152713?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5261611950919152713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5261611950919152713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5261611950919152713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5261611950919152713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/bird-and-mountain.html' title='Bird and mountain'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-8670346271572774218</id><published>2008-10-28T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:02:59.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Class party.... It was so fun. It brought back memories of my primary school days. It was like Childrens' day celebration that day, like in primary school, it was a day that all the the students looked forward to. All sorts of food, everyone is free to walk around the whole school, and gathering together chit- chatting and playing games. Ever since I entered form 1, never really had a chance to have this feeling, the feeling of being a little kid again, playing and eating with my friend in school during school hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That day, we played UNO card and Uno stacko.... Everyone's hand was like shivering when taking the blocks hoping not to collapse the stacks of blocks. We had lots of food that day. Luckily we did not order pizza... or else.... I guess we need not eat dinner or even supper that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After recess that day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we had economics lesson. The teacher returned us our exam paper. I was quite happy with my result. Oh ya, and at CF, all those who were leaving the school were supposed to say something... They were also each given a gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today's meeting was postponed.... So after CF, it home and the start of my 5 days holiday for Deepavali.. YEH : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Today I went for BBQ party with my mom. Her class students had a BBQ party... The were lots of food there. There were 4 BBq pit set up. WOW : ) Besides that, we also celebrated someone's birthday. My mom bought a cake for them. So we ended up with two cake, one rich chocolate cake and another tiramisu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They also played water balloon fight. It also started with throwing water balloons at each other. However, the game got more and more tense and they started using the hose to spray water at each other. Some filled basins of water and slashed it at each other. Those who played were all drenched. Thay were like releasing stress and hanving fun at the same time... Ha ha : ) Anyway SPM is just aroung the corner.... Had a great time over there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I went swimming today. It has been a long long time since I last swam. Wait... I should sy that it has been a long ong time since I last swam in a swimming pool. I went swimming in the sea during the last camp. FUN.. Felt so relax after swimming.... After i tiring yet fun year of lower 6, it was like a stress release to be able to swim... Hope that I'll have more time to go swimming during this holidays.... &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/7190083264165414900-8670346271572774218?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/8670346271572774218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=8670346271572774218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8670346271572774218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8670346271572774218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-8446936348679579882</id><published>2008-10-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:11:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday - Last Chapel of the Year</title><content type='html'>Today's the last Chapel of the year. I'm gonna miss Chapel Period and Wednesdays. I hope that there won't be accounts class on Wednesdays next year. Haha : ) That way, Wednesday will always be tha day I'm always looking foward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chapel was great, especially the last slide with the song. The song went this way : Some hope in fortune, some hope in fame, my hope is Jesus, ........ can't remember the whole song, but the song was really very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chapel, all the Chapel committees and friends of chapel were asked to stay back. There will be a Chapel camp this year during the holidays somewhere from 15 - 17 Nov 08. The dates are still yet to be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having a class party this Friday. I don't know whether it's my class only or all the other classes, but we're gonna have quite a lot of food. I guess all the other classes will also have lots of food. Anyway, we're gonna have fried mee hoon, curry chicken, cocktail sausages, nuggets, fish balls and other finger food, carbonated drinks, cakes and maybe pizza. Wow... I think we're gonna have a scrumptious meal and a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh : ) I'm having 5 days holidays for Deepavali. That is Saturday until Wednesday..... Besides that, I'm having a meeting this Friday at 1330. Looks like I'll be missing CF. Lickily I'll be able to make it for the praise and worship session before going for the meeting. This Friday's meeting is definately going to be very interesting, looking foward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;5 days of holidays..... Ha ha ha ha : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I think I'm going crazy.... A long long holiday after 2 whole weeks of exams earlier. Christmas is coming soon... Can't wait for christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-8446936348679579882?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/8446936348679579882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=8446936348679579882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8446936348679579882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8446936348679579882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-last-chapel-of-year.html' title='Wednesday - Last Chapel of the Year'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-3611275284310753541</id><published>2008-10-20T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:33:52.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School will be out soon....</title><content type='html'>Today was really fun. I only had two lessons that is MUET and economics. Both the lessons were great. This morning, when I reached school, there was a group of students, I think, at the terrace doing some stuff. I guess it's some campers. Since the terrace was occupied in the morning, the assembly was postponed till the period before reccess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's assembly was exceptionally long.  I think it's nearly the end of the school term so there were lots of certificate to be given away. There were certs for the UNSW high distinction and distinction scorers, chess camp participation and winners, top scorers and some other stuffs. Yeh : ) I got a certificate of participation for the holiday chess camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were very restless today during assembly especially the form 3. I guess it is because they just finished their PMR. Besides the assembly dragged on till reccess, I think they were all starving under the hot sun. Haiz... It was only for a while, I think they must have been really really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, this morning, Addison passed me a track for the chapel board. There was a  "福" Chinese word also read as " fok" in contonese against a red background, looks really like a  ang pau packet. Ha ha ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to use my new Winnie the Pooh umbrella  today after school as it was raining. This sound so funny, anyway it's something to remember... I got some inspiration to write a poem the other day but I'm still yet to complete it. I'll post it later when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over, that is at least for this year. The more frightening one is still yet to come, it's STPM. I'm not sure whether there will be Chapel this Wednesday, but I wish there will be. Last Friday, Scripture Union (SU) came to the CF. They brought some camp forms. There was this Young Writters Camp which I'm interested in, but can't find anyone to accompany me there. Haha.... I'm still yet to decide whether I want to join the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... well...  One whole year has passed by, really very quickly. I remembered the day when I step into MBS to register for Lower 6, it was 12 May 2008. I've enjoyed much school life very much for the past 6 months especially Chapel and CF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-3611275284310753541?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3611275284310753541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3611275284310753541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3611275284310753541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3611275284310753541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-will-be-out-soon.html' title='School will be out soon....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-3990012522647462931</id><published>2008-10-11T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:34:15.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SO__nhmrcOI/AAAAAAAAACI/bVvjhcn67D0/s1600-h/iq-bell-curve.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255700344665239778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SO__nhmrcOI/AAAAAAAAACI/bVvjhcn67D0/s320/iq-bell-curve.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SO__YChvKhI/AAAAAAAAACA/c3kYjP-m_ic/s1600-h/cyc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255700078624975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SO__YChvKhI/AAAAAAAAACA/c3kYjP-m_ic/s320/cyc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intelligence Interval                                 Cognitive Designation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 - 54                                                        Severely challenged (Less than 1% of test takers)&lt;br /&gt;55 - 69                                                        Challenged (2.3% of test takers)&lt;br /&gt;70 - 84                                                        Below average&lt;br /&gt;85 - 114                                                      Average (68% of test takers)&lt;br /&gt;115 - 129                                                    Above average&lt;br /&gt;130 - 144                                                   Gifted (2.3% of test takers)&lt;br /&gt;145 - 159                                                   Genius (Less than 1% of test takers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;160 - 175                                                   Extraordinary genius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this link on Isaac blog, so I decided to take the test to see whether I'm normal. Haha.. and I scored 135, gifted. Not bad, not bad. &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/7190083264165414900-3990012522647462931?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3990012522647462931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3990012522647462931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3990012522647462931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3990012522647462931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SO__nhmrcOI/AAAAAAAAACI/bVvjhcn67D0/s72-c/iq-bell-curve.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-3912894742231876074</id><published>2008-10-05T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:29:03.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. 100 questions long</title><content type='html'>A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.C) Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Janice Lim&lt;br /&gt;Esther Liew&lt;br /&gt;Teh Wei Loon&lt;br /&gt;Abigail&lt;br /&gt;Benny Tham&lt;br /&gt;and one one else who wants to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Studying for finals gua...&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;it goes off automatically when the battery is out&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;Eating breakfast and watching Astro Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten.. seldom cry though&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Nah... God has a purpose for everyone's life. It's not called fate, it's His will&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;48 hours a day.. more time pls.&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?umbrella&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My pillow, comforter and little fluffy doggy&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Shorts&lt;br /&gt;10. What’s the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Make time for God in your life.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;What ype of relationship?? Maybe. Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;Copying Beethoven on Astro&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;My parents, myself,......&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to yahoomail, the world best mail.&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the Cross&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams at 12.30 am this morning&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;1 am, lol. That's considered early.&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, but finals... haiz&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;Family members, teachers&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... finals.&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;My uncle... when he teased my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;Huh????&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;28. Have  you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure. Sad maybe, heartbroken...erm&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Depends...&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;No and never will.&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;pinkish white(sort of like white will pale pink colour)&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have anyone I actually hate. Even if I do, I won't kill for any amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of : talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... i think so.&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin sister.&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;What does this question supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;Course yes.&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn't die?&lt;br /&gt;Nah..&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;It stimulates my mind and help me to study better&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;Myself and my friends&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;Guess so&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirping&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?Is chatting in MSN counts?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. I'm in deep thoughts... Haha. Just joking but nope not talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Isn't the answer a bit too obvious. OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;Quote,nah.&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who that someone is...&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Ya, piano. Learning guitar. Wanna learn violin later if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you’ve had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;Its already December, exams over and Christmas is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;51. What are you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;Playing Wii with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Love life??.. Still single.&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;Still single.&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Like.. I like all my friends and they know it.&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family members&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese, malay but seldom, Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Google, RBC, ...&lt;br /&gt;58. What’s your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Wei Shin, Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;A human being...&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;with and for my parents&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom , bathroom, computer room, dining hall,..&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;Seldom play any games&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;My school friends&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;What sort of question is this? Depends on what that love refers to...&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Answering this superbly long tag, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;SJK(C) Jalan Davidson&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;Light blue, light pink, white&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;A life with a purpose&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Troubling... I seldom troubled. If I have I'll most probably keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't msn today&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions. Stress, relax. Exam's tomorrow and I'm still doing this tag.&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;12.04 pm&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Weng Chung... He's very quiet, but as they have still waters are deep, so I don't really know a lot about him. He can be friendly at times.&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;Don't dye my hair. Love it dark brown&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm tired of studying. Need to relax.&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you’re moody?&lt;br /&gt;Depends..&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Leave that to God to decide&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;My parents and family members&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on my life and go on one day trips with my family members.&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;Person.. which means human beings. My parents.&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;Believe??? That's part of nature, technically. Unless this question is taken in an abstract way, then yes I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;For the world to be a better and fairer place.&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Good grades for Maths and economics&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;Freedom at last. Exam's is finally over&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;Turn the pages of the newspaper and you'll know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;91.What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hate nah. Dislike yup. Erm.. Uncertainty and fear of making the wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Of course yes.&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;Family members&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;God and my family members.&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;Fight... I don't result in physical combat to solve matters. It never works.&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Can't really pinpoint right now.&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;That won't happen. My parents and family members will always care for me and also God will never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;Won't choose one that will do so.&lt;br /&gt;100. HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.. Does it even matters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-3912894742231876074?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/3912894742231876074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=3912894742231876074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3912894742231876074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/3912894742231876074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-100-questions-long.html' title='Tagged.. 100 questions long'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2830205278322639414</id><published>2008-10-02T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:00:43.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged... superbly long</title><content type='html'>Starting time: 1909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Evelyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lum&lt;/span&gt; Wei Shin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 150 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: Ice blended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;capuccino&lt;/span&gt;, water, tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Curry noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in an ocean: Nope, only played by a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: of course not.. my mom would kill me if I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; heart: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off a chair: Ya, in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: Like a room, with four walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: Study table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Tom Yum noodles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Ya, but seldom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: 9 stitches on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: Nah, it only happens in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: If the weather is cooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: My ballet teacher when I was in Std. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yell at: My cousin brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you talk to someone you like: Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone: No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: My school friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat: Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: To be able to love and to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Yup, my little doggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;.. the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: Hate? Nah, don't hate just dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 1926&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Is there a person who is on your mind right now: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children: Leave that to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your handwriting: Guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing: White with a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7pm yesterday: Studying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mikroekonomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till: Year End Exam is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: I seldom cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: Depends. Most of the time yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: Had fishes. allergic to the other animal's fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Somewher&lt;/span&gt;, someplace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on? Yup, fell asleep - too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? - obviously typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Have you ever crawled through a window? - nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? - Guess so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father? - Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? - Never. Don't like to cry in front of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy? - Quite. Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex? - Never had an ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church? - almost every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? - God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time? - Depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident? - Sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now is - 1936 Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player than tags 5 people and posts their names, than goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they done got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I doing 10 years ago..(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be like 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Went to primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Playing skipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Finish the tag before dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Do my maths revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- and economy too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-tag others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Dark Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Nugget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Omelets with Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Bring my family on vacations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I'll ask my mom to retire, I'll pay for all her expenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Ask God for wisdom and how to use the $ for the furtherance His kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Help those in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Save in the balance in the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Procrestination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Day dream.. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;3- Like to laze around&lt;br /&gt;4- Like shopping&lt;br /&gt;5- Disturbing my younger cousin brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;1- Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;2- In Church&lt;br /&gt;3- Campsite&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt; for hols&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong for hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;1- Student (12 years)&lt;br /&gt;2- Temporary Teacher ( while waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; result)&lt;br /&gt;3- Editor- English section (school magazine)&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Interactor&lt;/span&gt;: Interact Club (F4 - F5)&lt;br /&gt;5- school photographer ( F1 till F5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one and wouldn't choose one who will do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;That the world would be a fair and better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;Huh??? What sort of question is this?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Will see when it happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Loving somebody... you need to be able to love before you can understand what is to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;It is not in my control, is it? Depends on God's will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;So.. like which means admire. Nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you'd like to act with someone, who will it be? Your &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;bf&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; or an actress/actor?&lt;br /&gt;Julie Andrews... Her singing is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Will you invite your ex bf/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; to your wedding dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Nope... I won't have an ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years' time?&lt;br /&gt;As a fine young lady pleasing in God's sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Fear. Fear God. Awesome fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;A fine young boy, pleasing in God's sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on God's will for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;ALL!!! What does that suppose to mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;You can never fall in love with two simultaneously. Love is not just mere feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. but of course it is easier said then done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;relationship? friendship? family relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. List 5 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Teh&lt;/span&gt; Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Tang&lt;br /&gt;Tristan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; Chung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2830205278322639414?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2830205278322639414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2830205278322639414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2830205278322639414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2830205278322639414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-superbly-long.html' title='Tagged... superbly long'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-702594691323077533</id><published>2008-09-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:08:31.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away...</title><content type='html'>It's been a really wet day. It has been raining from morning. Nice weather.. Cooling. This morning I studied Pengajian Perniagaan. What a boring subject. Its a subject of plain mugging. There are some facts in there, but apart from that, everything else is so unrealistic and untrue. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I stopped Pengajian Perniagaan and switched to Ekonomi. Wow. So much better. at least what I'm studying is of some use and makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. I've no choice but to study all the five subjects because it's in the package. Like it or not I'll have to score in those subjects. So, I guess I'll just have to learn to like them. I wished I could switch Accounts for English Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I can't, I'll have to accept it at work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.. till later shall we meet. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-702594691323077533?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/702594691323077533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=702594691323077533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/702594691323077533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/702594691323077533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away...'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-120608735562011301</id><published>2008-09-29T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:02:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams? What for?</title><content type='html'>Exam is in a week time. Haiz.. Why in the world did they ever created exams. To torture students?? I just don't understand. Some of the exams are practically just pouring out what you have memorize. All you have to do is mug and keep on mugging, you'll definitely get good grades for that particular subject. That doesn't make any sense does it? I mean, are the exam meant to bring up nerds that do not have thinking skills and can change according to situations? All these doesn't make sense! Aren't exams meant to create students who are able to think and apply what they have learnt in their daily life? To be able to give their own opinion and support it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel that self learning leading to self discovery is a great way of learning. It give students chances to develop their hidden talent. Each and everyone has their own hidden potential waiting to be developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-120608735562011301?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/120608735562011301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=120608735562011301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/120608735562011301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/120608735562011301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams-what-for.html' title='Exams? What for?'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-2304629196425084750</id><published>2008-09-28T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:57:30.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping........</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my mom and aunt for two whole days, from morning 9am till at night 8pm. Wow... could not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday, my cousin had to go to school for drama practice. So after dropping him off at school, we went to have our breakfast. We had dim sum. Later, we went to Gurney Plaza. There, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parkson&lt;/span&gt;. They had sales because the will be closing for renovation soon. We went to glassware section. My aunt choose the glassware for almost four whole hours. The queue at the cashier was so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3pm, we went to pick my cousin the headed back to Gurney. This time I went to MPH with my cousin while my mom and aunt continued shopping. I initially took two books and wanted to read them at the members' lounge, but somehow I was just lead to the Christian Living section. I was actually thankful for that. There I found to very interesting books. The firs one was Questions Teenagers Asked and the second was Love. The first book was about the questions teenagers usually asked and answers to them. There were also scripture reference to the answers for the questions.  There were questions like: If God is good, why is there evil in this world?; How did evil came into the world? and many more. The next book is about how we should live a life that portrays and shares God's love for us to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday, Saturday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my cousin had to go to his friends house to do some project, something on solar energy cooking. We dropped him off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Porpular&lt;/span&gt; bookstore at Gurney then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Parkson&lt;/span&gt; again. Today, my aunt bought glassware too and also some stationary. I bought two devotional book. One on leadership and the other on having a closer relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after picking my cousin, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Queensbay&lt;/span&gt; Mall. WE went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paddington&lt;/span&gt; House of Pancake for lunch. I shared the Mexican Double Burger with my cousin. It was good. After that, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; Grocery with my mom and aunt while my cousin went to Borders. We bought lots of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Parkson&lt;/span&gt;, I was really blur. Don't know why. I went up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;escalator&lt;/span&gt; that was for coming down. Freak me out. Wow... Really blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were early today compared to yesterday. We finish shopping at about 7.30pm. Then we went to a restaurant to have dinner. The dinner was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping for two whole days. I should have been studying. Ha ha : ) Anyway, I enjoyed myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-2304629196425084750?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/2304629196425084750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=2304629196425084750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2304629196425084750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/2304629196425084750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/shopping.html' title='Shopping........'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-400042778164206401</id><published>2008-09-26T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:13:08.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Interesting Way 2 Have Class</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Thursday. After school I rushed to take my lunch, had to attend Economics extra class. It was suppose to start at 1.30pm, but it started at about 1.40pm. Haha... Ok the class started really normal, it started with Bab 4: Keanjalan Permintaan..... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at 2.15pm, the afternoon class LK teacher wanted to use to Multimedia Lab 1, so we had to search for another venue to continue our class. We went up to the Multimedia Lab 2 but it was also occupied. They were have some type of competition there... something to do with fixing up the computer. So we had no choice but to use the computer room for students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the computer could not read the teacher's pendrive, later after the IT brigade did something then everything was ok. Imagine this, about 15 of us crowding around one small PC looking at the slide show. We were all standing around the computer while the teacher explained. Don't you think it is quite interesting. Haha : ) Whatever : &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after class, I went to the library to do my RM(Rancangan Membaca). I managed to do one only. Haiz... One more RM to go. About 12 more days to exams. Argh..... But that day another one of my teacher said the purpose of exams were to fail people. Haha.. Interesting right ??? : &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-400042778164206401?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/400042778164206401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=400042778164206401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/400042778164206401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/400042778164206401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-interesting-way-2-have-class.html' title='What an Interesting Way 2 Have Class'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-8312634541878421559</id><published>2008-09-24T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:28:33.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found something....</title><content type='html'>Today's Chapel was very interesting. It was about repentance and restoration. It acted as a reminder to me. I pray that those who heard the message willed be reminded about the price that Jesus paid for the forgiveness of our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my RP (reading program) today. I finished 2 in an hour. That is 1.30pm - 2.00pm I did one but had to wait until 2.3pm0 to do the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; one, finished the second one at 3.00pm. Anyway this gave me an extra hour to study me PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it was during the RP program that I found the Self Access Learning room in the library. It is well equipped with books and in really quite. A very conducive place for studying. I manage to finish two chapters of PA within an hour in there. Thanks to that beautiful and quiet place. Unfortunately, I found it so late. I wanted to borrow some books, but the librarians are stock checking, so can't borrow any books till next year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... Wished I had found that place earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after the holidays, on the 8 Oct 2008, Chapel, some Brazilians missionary will be coming to perform a drama. Can't wait for that!! I'm sure it's going to be very interesting !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half more weeks to year end exams, gotta really study hard to achieve my goal..!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-8312634541878421559?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/8312634541878421559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=8312634541878421559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8312634541878421559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8312634541878421559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-found-something.html' title='I found something....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-6540521025597702168</id><published>2008-09-22T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:55:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*TIck tock Tick tock* the clock is Ticking</title><content type='html'>Exam is 2 week away..... *tick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tock&lt;/span&gt; tick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tock&lt;/span&gt;* the clock is ticking... Time is running short. What shall I do? What shall I do? The answer is very obvious be it is easier said than done.. There seems to be so much to study but there's so little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now staring at my economy text book and typing my blog.. Multi-tasking.. : ) But not much will go in to my brain this way... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;. Gotta really concentrate on studying this two weeks and reach my aim of getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CGPA&lt;/span&gt; of 3.5 and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thigs&lt;/span&gt; that I wanna achieve in this exam:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CPGA&lt;/span&gt; of 3.5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get A in math, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ekonomi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MUET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at least a B for my accounts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get at least A- for PA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thing I wanna achieve by the e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of the year:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Able to play 'Heart of Worship' on the guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass my probationary &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mature in the Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a living testimony for others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hope that I will achieve the thing I wanna achieve in the year end test.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I shall cast all this hope and dreams to the Lord asking Him for wisdom and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guidance. Praying and asking him to show me His will for me in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As for those who are having major exams soon, all the best. Do your best and leave the rest to God. He will never fail you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-6540521025597702168?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/6540521025597702168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=6540521025597702168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6540521025597702168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/6540521025597702168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/tick-tock-tick-tock-clock-in-ticking.html' title='*TIck tock Tick tock* the clock is Ticking'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1474930151795734300</id><published>2008-09-22T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:34:54.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found something Interesting and funny.</title><content type='html'>Here's something I found on line, its quite interesting and funny. So I just post it for fun....&lt;br /&gt;Do go to the link under the blogger list: The Secret Behind Ur Name if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Evelyn Lum Wei Shin means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.You make your life out to be exactly how you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.You have the power to rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave,  smart, and strong.You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.You are truly an original person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1474930151795734300?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1474930151795734300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1474930151795734300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1474930151795734300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1474930151795734300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-found-something-interesting-and-funny.html' title='I found something Interesting and funny.'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-499161280245485153</id><published>2008-09-17T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:32:39.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices made....</title><content type='html'>There are so many choices to make in life... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;  : ! Today, I had a tough decision to make... whether to go for CF or maths extra class... Earlier this morning, the question kept on playing in my mind. Which one should I choose? To go for CF because we should put God first, right? Of course that's right. There's no doubt about that. But then what about maths extra class? The teacher took the trouble to stay back and give some of us extra classes. Shouldn't I appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after recess, I asked two of my christian friends, they suggested going for maths extra class. I really didn't know how to make the decision. Anyway I went for the extra class.... Right now I still don't know whether I made the right choice.... Well, let bygones be bygones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at the extra class, I learnt how to do simplex... Ha ha.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; : ) Earlier I had forgotten how to start.... After extra class, I went for guitar lesson conducted by the CF... and now my fingers hurt, but I'm happy because my guitar did improve a little... Need to work harder... Thank Dennis for teaching me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After guitar, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; to meet my mom. I went to the Beef noodles stall to search for my friends but they weren't there... I guess they left since they went there at about 2.30pm. So I ate Double Cheese Burger set with ice lemon tea.. because I don't drink carbonated drinks. Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be going for care group meeting later depending whether it's on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.... See ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-499161280245485153?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/499161280245485153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=499161280245485153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/499161280245485153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/499161280245485153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/choices-made.html' title='Choices made....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-5474197107908866058</id><published>2008-09-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:26:48.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*play* its after dinner........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a marvelous dinner..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had sambal petai.... my favourite.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had herbal chicken......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had roast duck.... which I don't really fancy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum..... was dessert....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sago pudding.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grinded ice.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like ice kacang.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put it in the sago pudding....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With santan and gula melaka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum yum.......&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dessert..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played with candle and lantern.....&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245887726145185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SM0jF9B3JxI/AAAAAAAAABY/rFboO1YbOdw/s320/IMGA0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me in between the lanterns.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245888413712249234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SM0jt-an8ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/ALA3uXOrTx0/s320/IMGA0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my cousin in the garden playing with candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245895883015462738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SM0qgvvSH1I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZjIbswu7XPw/s320/IMGA0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my cousin in between the lanterns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245896631877810274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SM0rMVd-uGI/AAAAAAAAABw/l069vHHhUmA/s320/IMGA0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with my cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoyed myself very much tonight..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-5474197107908866058?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5474197107908866058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5474197107908866058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5474197107908866058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5474197107908866058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival........'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SM0jF9B3JxI/AAAAAAAAABY/rFboO1YbOdw/s72-c/IMGA0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-8547086982195577357</id><published>2008-09-14T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:48:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is life a routine???</title><content type='html'>It is mooncake festival today.....&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies.....&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it was yesterday I started Form 6&lt;br /&gt;3 months plus has gone by....&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it ..&lt;br /&gt;It'll be STPM...&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning....&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning.... Blur....&lt;br /&gt;Ya then had half boiled egg for breakfast, my favourite...&lt;br /&gt;After that, the piano tuner came to tune the piano....&lt;br /&gt;The piano was WOW perfect after it was tune,&lt;br /&gt;It's notes were clearer and the song naturally sounded nicer too.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study oh study.....&lt;br /&gt;Haven't studied yet today....&lt;br /&gt;Lazy lar..... but exams is around the corner.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*stop that* I told my cousin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was making an irritating noise with the squeaking toy....Argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*knock* *knock* my aunt came in.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its your friend on the phone she told my cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*door closes* he went out to answer the phone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend reminded him about his Science homework.....&lt;br /&gt;Which he has totally forgotten.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's really a routine......&lt;br /&gt;With some sparks here and there sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Making it more interesting....&lt;br /&gt;Guess I need to spark up my life a little....&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just my mood today...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather lazy and tired......&lt;br /&gt;Studying is part and parcel of a students life....&lt;br /&gt;Especially the mugging subject, like PP and PA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in school is a challenge everyday....&lt;br /&gt;Rushing from one place to another....&lt;br /&gt;From the Lecture hall to the classroom....&lt;br /&gt;To the multimedia lab and then to the new block....&lt;br /&gt;Here and there.. Up and down everyday.....&lt;br /&gt;Facing different situation everyday....&lt;br /&gt;Striving to solve it the best way possible....&lt;br /&gt;Making choices in life....&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that its the right one.....&lt;br /&gt;One decision leads on to another....&lt;br /&gt;A wrong one can be disastrous...&lt;br /&gt;Leading you down a road that meets no end..&lt;br /&gt;How can life then be a routine???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.......&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so interesting and challenging...&lt;br /&gt;Yet it can be so dull at times.......&lt;br /&gt;Following the same routine everyday...&lt;br /&gt;Can be dull and meaningless....&lt;br /&gt;But.............&lt;br /&gt;When something sparks....&lt;br /&gt;Something unexpected.. something&lt;br /&gt;Just about anything.....&lt;br /&gt;It'll give you a whole new energy... a fire....&lt;br /&gt;To carry on with life....&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that life is not a routine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living each day to the fullest is so important....&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fragile.... so helpless at times&lt;br /&gt;Taking each day as a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely add more spices to life....&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.. Sour... Bitter... Spicy.....&lt;br /&gt;Making it more interesting....&lt;br /&gt;Moments of failure....&lt;br /&gt;But then comes achievements....&lt;br /&gt;Moment of sorrow....&lt;br /&gt;But then come happiness....&lt;br /&gt;Moments of distress...&lt;br /&gt;Then comes relieve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek God in life...&lt;br /&gt;Seek for His will in life....&lt;br /&gt;Strive to comprehend and achieve it....&lt;br /&gt;Asking Him for courage.... faith.....&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance.... Encouragements...&lt;br /&gt;True happiness and achievements&lt;br /&gt;Comes from the Lord.....&lt;br /&gt;True meaning of life is from the Lord....&lt;br /&gt;Look unto Him each day.....&lt;br /&gt;Will surely add a jest in life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch...&lt;br /&gt;What's for lunch???&lt;br /&gt;I don't know because its not lunch time yet...&lt;br /&gt;Its only 1.24pm now.....&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still full from this morning breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Half boil eggs......... Yum yum.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging now....&lt;br /&gt;Need some brain juice on what to blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*knock* *knock* my cousin comes in and lies on the bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a book to read....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*can you please stop that* I told my cousin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played with that squeaking toy again..... Irritating....&lt;br /&gt;I took the squeaking toy from him....&lt;br /&gt;Hey he is 12 years old...OK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He is playing with it because its within reach....&lt;br /&gt;And has itch hands...&lt;br /&gt;Good.... Now he is memorizing his stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*door opens* *door closes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My cousin went out of the room....&lt;br /&gt;He is so restless.....&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it because he has to memorize his stuff....&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't feel like doing it right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening...&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I'm going to do...&lt;br /&gt;Its not evening yet....&lt;br /&gt;Playing badminton? Wii?&lt;br /&gt;Studying? (unlikely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight......&lt;br /&gt;Will be playing with lantern and candle....&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating mooncake festival....&lt;br /&gt;Eating mooncake....&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Chinese tea.....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the breeze....&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the moon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Its lunch time now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its 2.00pm....&lt;br /&gt;A little hungry....&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's on the dining table......&lt;br /&gt;Whatever....&lt;br /&gt;Why wonder???????&lt;br /&gt;I'll going down in a moment.....&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pause*Went downstairs for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*play*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;After lunch.............3.10pm&lt;br /&gt;I ate mee goreng.....&lt;br /&gt;With prawn fritters and bebola ayam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ta da*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go up to my room and continue blogging I said....&lt;br /&gt;No! Was the answer........&lt;br /&gt;Come lets go out.....&lt;br /&gt;Go Queensbay Mall.....&lt;br /&gt;Ha........ Don't want la....&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't like shopping....&lt;br /&gt;BUT....&lt;br /&gt;Outside is so HOT.....&lt;br /&gt;The sun is blazing......&lt;br /&gt;Up stairs in the room is so cooling....&lt;br /&gt;Cos the air-cond is on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready and go to Queensbay Mall.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pause* I was at Queensbay Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*play*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reached home at 5.45pm....&lt;br /&gt;Rushed upstairs and continue blogging........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Queensbay Mall........&lt;br /&gt;My cousin went to Borders.....&lt;br /&gt;Me, my mom and aunt went to Jusco......&lt;br /&gt;Bought mooncakes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*knock* *knock* my cousin came in.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I use the computer???? was the question&lt;br /&gt;When you're done with your homework.....&lt;br /&gt;I told him : ) .....................&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly he went........&lt;br /&gt;Good boy.... good boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6.11pm now......&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is comimng to an end.....&lt;br /&gt;School as usual tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;Its Sunday today and tommorow is&lt;br /&gt;M..O.............N......D.......A.......Y!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*knock* *knock* my cousin comes in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 6.44pm.........&lt;br /&gt;He wants to use the computer........&lt;br /&gt;He's done with his home work........&lt;br /&gt;Now its my turn to go and do mine.....&lt;br /&gt;He wants to download something......&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting....... he says......&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pause* passing the computer to my cousin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until after dinner shall we meet again......&lt;br /&gt;With the moon cake festival dinner photos......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-8547086982195577357?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/8547086982195577357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=8547086982195577357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8547086982195577357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8547086982195577357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-life-routine.html' title='Is life a routine???'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-4911906854484242097</id><published>2008-09-13T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:54:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a scrumptious dinner today.There was roast pork(my mom's speacialty), seldom get to eat it execpt for special occasion like Christmas or Mooncake Festival or at least when I'm with my cousins in Penang. I guess that's you its taste extra delicious. After dinner I played Wii with my cousins. We started playing tennis, it was very funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: I sure win you all one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C: You sure a not, play and see first la. You will definately lose....&lt;br /&gt;*Unfortunately T won* Then it was my turn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Wah, so *geng* ar you.... But never mind, you sure lose wan....&lt;br /&gt;T: Ur rite, play and see first la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Unfortunately T won too*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He actually won quite a few rounds... Not bad..&lt;br /&gt;After playin Tennis, we played bowling and T won again.... Not bad... not bad... Later a play until *xian*(bored) already, I came upstairs now and blog. Ha ha... Then suddenly, *knock* *knock* oh its T. He's looking for a pack of cards. He's in a really kind and good mood now because he just won... If not he'll definately wants to use the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talking bout Christmas.... I'm missing Christmas, its like 3 monthas away, such a long wait.. But wait, there'll be exams before Christmas and exams is only a month away. Wow..* sob* *sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was last year's Christmas photos.. Wished that Christmas is tomorrow.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245509565460857042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SMvLKGs1QNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qHqvuekCoE4/s320/CHristmas+2006+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone getting ready for the Christmas dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I went down played one round of chess with my elder cousin and ate honey roasted chashew nuts and dried honey cranberry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*play*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm now in the room blogging. Then, *knock* *knock* again, my younger cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Come I play a board game with you? What board game do you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T: Erm.. Life? Pokemon? Harry Potter?&lt;br /&gt;E: What about that starwars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T: We need 30mins to set that thing up and you don't even like to play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Ya, you are so smart. Never mind, no need to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousin then lies down on the bed and read a book entitled 'Steel Terror' and I continue blogging my christmas photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524502160587810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SMvYviPjvCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y7q0h4Cl6hk/s320/CHristmas+2006+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's EAT : &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245525450419944930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SMvZmuyNPeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KU6b-LhNhQ8/s320/CHristmas+2006+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the food... Yummy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-4911906854484242097?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/4911906854484242097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=4911906854484242097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4911906854484242097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4911906854484242097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/yummy.html' title='Yummy.......'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-wwrXMmP4k/SMvLKGs1QNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qHqvuekCoE4/s72-c/CHristmas+2006+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190083264165414900.post-660814899345987974</id><published>2008-09-12T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:46:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.....</title><content type='html'>Dunno what to blog la : ) Well the good news is that its finally Saturday, and its rest at last after a long week of school.... Unfortunately, exam is around the corner : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I hope to achieve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get 80marks and above for economics and maths....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a GPA of 3.5 and above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve my accounts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a good testimony to others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more hardworking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve my piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its 12.03pm now.... Ha ha, and my cousin has his music lesson so I can have the computer to myself, YEH! His really into learning to play 'One Last Wish' on the piano.... Hopefully he is able to learn it. As for me, I'm into math lately, dunno why ??? Never usually like math what more add math, at least that was went I was in F4 and F5, only in F5 forced to do because of SPM.I think I'm falling in love with math... Hope that it'll last... Ha ha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missed CF yesterday and Sharon's birthday celebration : ( *sob* *sob*wonder what they did? HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SHARON.... But I'm happy for BZX, she was able to go for the tang long festival in school as well as accompany her mom to dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune: but great minds rise above them. - Washington Irving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-660814899345987974?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/660814899345987974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=660814899345987974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/660814899345987974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/660814899345987974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life.....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1258475761007056976</id><published>2008-09-04T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:42:35.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Beautiful Gate....</title><content type='html'>Remember the healing of the lame man at the beautiful gate? Here is something that struck me that day at care group meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a portion of scripture of which this incident is taken from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Acts 3: 1-10&lt;br /&gt;Peter Heals the Crippled Beggar 1One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the time of prayer—at three in the afternoon. 2Now a man crippled from birth was being carried to the temple gate called Beautiful, where he was put every day to beg from those going into the temple courts. 3When he saw Peter and John about to enter, he asked them for money. 4Peter looked straight at him, as did John. Then Peter said, "Look at us!" 5So the man gave them his attention, expecting to get something from them.&lt;br /&gt;6Then Peter said, "Silver or gold I do not have, but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk." &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7Taking him by the right hand, he helped him up, and instantly the man's feet and ankles became strong. 8He jumped to his feet and began to walk. Then he went with them into the temple courts, walking and jumping, and praising God&lt;/span&gt;. 9When all the people saw him walking and praising God, 10they recognized him as the same man who used to sit begging at the temple gate called Beautiful, and they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we are often like the lame man. We often do not know whether the choices we made are right or according to God's will. We sometimes do not know how to make the decision and therefore often stay within our comfort zone to avoid trouble or making the wrong decision; like the lame man, he sat there begging for alms everyday(which can be technically considered his comfort zone). Questions like: Would this decision be God's will? , Am I right if I make this decision? linger in our mind. The lame man was crippled all his life, for over 40 years, but He had the faith and courage to take Peter by his hand to get up and walk. The lame man had the faith knowing that he can be healed in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazereth.  So, we too must have this courage and faith when we pray that God will reveal His will for us. When God answers us either through His Word or through another person or anyway He feels appropriate... We must have this faith to take God by His hand knowing  that He will lead and guide us.. and will never leave us nor forsake us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this realy very interesting and very applicable in our daily life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1258475761007056976?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1258475761007056976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1258475761007056976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1258475761007056976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1258475761007056976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-beautiful-gate.html' title='At the Beautiful Gate....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-4651465489451396534</id><published>2008-08-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:14:59.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelancaran Hari Merdeka</title><content type='html'>Today, 29 August 08. my school had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pelancaran&lt;/span&gt; Hare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;. Ｉ think all the school are doing so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pelancaran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; started with singing the national anthem, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;maju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sejahtera&lt;/span&gt; and school song as usual. Later, each of the respective races performed their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;permainan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tradisional&lt;/span&gt; or traditional music. The Malays and Indians performed the traditional music while the Chinese performed the Chinese yo yo. Oh ya, the also release 51 birds as a symbol of our country's 51&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later there was class performance. They sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lagu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;patriotik&lt;/span&gt;. 4K's performance was really cool with the music accompaniment and the different tempo for the song. Two thumbs up. The rest of the classes was good too, each was unique in their own way. Great job to all of the classes who performed.  Ya, the sketch was quite funny.  After that, the principal led the students in the singing of two patriotic songs; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jalur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Gemilang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tanggal&lt;/span&gt; 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the Form 5s' and Upper 6, they had to go for their trials in the middle of the event. All the best to F5s' and U6s' in your trial, hope that your hard work will prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pelancaran&lt;/span&gt; was over, all the lower 6 girls had to stay back as some of them were still breaking the Girls' Rule. So, we had to brief them about the girls' rule and their punishments. Some of the girls actually ask questions like why should they wear camisoles. Anyway, hope that the girls will not break the rules anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to CF. I actually look forward to go for CF and Chapel, and Wednesday is my favourite day of the school week. This is because there's Chapel and no &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;accounts&lt;/span&gt; class. I'm actually quite worried about the subject mentioned above because it is no that easy the comprehend, but I'm really happy cos I'm able to do penilaian kos and another one which I forgots its name...whatever. I'm picking up the subject as the days goes by...hope that I'll be able to do well for my accounts in this coming exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, in CF we sang two songs. Later we played two games. One of the game was really meaningful. We were supposed to fill up one side of the paper with our signatures... totally covered, then we were asked to erase it. The meaning behind this game is that each signature represents one sin which we have committed and no matter how we try to correst it there will still be stains and marks left behind( that is no matter how clean you erase the paper, there will still be pencil marks left behind). Therefore, we need the Lord Jesus Christ to come into our lives and cleanse us making us clean and spotless again(turning over to the other side of the paper, and its clean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Life'a a brief candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;live each day to the fullest, glorifying God in everyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-4651465489451396534?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/4651465489451396534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=4651465489451396534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4651465489451396534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4651465489451396534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/pelancaran-hari-merdeka.html' title='Pelancaran Hari Merdeka'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-8144544629721029004</id><published>2008-08-25T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:44:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CF Camp</title><content type='html'>My former school's Christan Fellowship(CF) organized a camp during the hols, and I as the ex-VP was inveted to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Date: 21 August 08 - 23 August 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Venue: Teluk Kemamg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Speaker: Mr. Koh Nee Kien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Worshop speaker: Pastor Pang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Theme: Searching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Camp Theme Song: 寻找&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I wasn't very keen in the begining &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;because it will be in Mandarine&lt;/span&gt; but really no regrets that I attended the camp. The speaker was really good. The message really challenged and encouraged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here are some of the content of the message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;看, 听, 想, 讲, 做. (see, listen, think, speak, do) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you know the truth, the truth shall set you free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love one another, as I (Jesus) has first loved you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love 1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;8Love never fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jesus said:" I am the way, the truth, and the life, no one cometh unto the Father execpt by Me.                                                                                                               John 14:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.           John 8:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;爱的语言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;          1. 优质时间 : Quality time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;         2. 送小礼物 : Giving gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;         3. 赞美的话 : Word of praise and encouragements &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;        4. 服务性质 : Action (helping others, showing care and concern, ect ect....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;        5. 爱的抚膜 : Love touch (to show care and concern)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;种下思想, 收获行动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;          种下行动, 收获习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;          种下习惯, 收获品格&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;          种下品格, 收获命运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Workshop:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;真爱要等待 ( True love waits )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  am unique. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.                             Romans 5:8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God              John 1:12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Other activities&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guardian angel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banana boat ride at PD beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water Balloon war&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun night (Group Presentation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQ dinner &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a really rewarding and fun camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-8144544629721029004?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/8144544629721029004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=8144544629721029004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8144544629721029004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8144544629721029004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/cf-camp.html' title='CF Camp'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-4198790490958817064</id><published>2008-08-19T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:44:21.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY - Father And Mother I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A Stranger Passed By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh, excuse me Please" was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Please excuse me too; Wasn't even watching for you."&lt;br /&gt;We were very polite, this stranger and I.&lt;br /&gt;We went on our way and we said good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;But at home a different story is told,&lt;br /&gt;How we treat our loved ones, young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal,&lt;br /&gt;My daughter stood beside me very still.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.&lt;br /&gt;"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;She walked away, her little heart was broken.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay awake in bed,&lt;br /&gt;God's still small voice came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,&lt;br /&gt;But the children you love, you seem to abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find some flowers there by the door.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the flowers she brought for you.&lt;br /&gt;She picked them herself: pink, yellow and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,&lt;br /&gt;and you never saw the tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"By this time, I felt very small,&lt;br /&gt;and now my tears began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went and knelt by her bed;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Daughter, I love you too,&lt;br /&gt;and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you aware that: If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for couldeasily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family --an unwise investment indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is behind the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is the full word of family?FAMILY= (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that neat? Fill life with love and bravery and we shall live a life uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sourece: &lt;a href="http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/Child.htm"&gt;http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/Child.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-4198790490958817064?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/4198790490958817064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=4198790490958817064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4198790490958817064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/4198790490958817064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-father-and-mother-i-love-you.html' title='FAMILY - Father And Mother I Love You'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-8108323767694464488</id><published>2008-08-19T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:45:21.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Brief Candle....</title><content type='html'>I'll read this two stories earlier this afternoon and found it really meaningful. Hope that you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encouragement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his room-mate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then unexpectedly, a sinister thought entered his mind. Why should the other man alone experience all the pleasures of seeing everything while he himself never got to see anything? It didn't seem fair. At first thought the man felt ashamed. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - that thought, and only that thought now controlled his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running in. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, along with&lt;br /&gt;that the sound of breathing. Now there was only silence-deathly silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped&lt;br /&gt;himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would&lt;br /&gt;have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue. . . . You can interpret the story in any way you like. But one moral stands&lt;br /&gt;out: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/encourag.htm"&gt;http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/encourag.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's Coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups. Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us." God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee! "The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/godcoffee.htm"&gt;http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/godcoffee.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-8108323767694464488?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/8108323767694464488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=8108323767694464488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8108323767694464488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/8108323767694464488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifes-brief-candle.html' title='Life&apos;s A Brief Candle....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-7151443805282988112</id><published>2008-08-19T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:10:00.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; - &lt; zzz.....</title><content type='html'>I actually woke up quite early today compared to the last two days when I woke up at 11am. I woke up at 9am. : p After waking up, I'm like still in a daze... *blur* *blur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I received a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; from a friend at 11am something, ya just woke up. So its normal what, to wake up at 11, no big deal. Since during school days must wake up at 5.30am, so now is sleep replacement. Ha ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some new words that I learn: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really dunno what to do right now, dunno what to blog, dunno why I'm blogging now. Too free I guess.. Won't be so free already cos from tomorrow onwards my hols are packed.... One camp after another... and will only be reaching home late Saturday afternoon.. then comes Sunday - church until 2pm. Then Monday school again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... The same old routine... Sure feel very lazy to get up.. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope I won't be late. &lt;/span&gt;Dunno when to find time to do my maths &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt; which is piling up. Math paper 2 Chap 1 n 2 must pass up on Monday. Then there Math 1 chapter 3.1 to 3.6, that's the consequences of procrastinating which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very guilty of. Trying to change this. So after this school hols wanna make sure a finish all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt; on that day itself instead of the day before it needs to be handed up. Sometimes is not that I wanna purposely procrastinate but then there's so many things that need to be done, so really have to prioritise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; for now... Gonna do my maths &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt; before I forget and suddenly its Sunday night and then Monday (hey wait, Monday no math, that means I have an extra day : P )... Oops.. better not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PROCRASTINATE&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-7151443805282988112?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/7151443805282988112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=7151443805282988112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7151443805282988112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/7151443805282988112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/zzz.html' title='&gt; - &lt; zzz.....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-92234775102824741</id><published>2008-08-18T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:35:44.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur.. Teenage blues and lost..</title><content type='html'>I just finish reading one of my friend's blog and actually found out that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s a lonely and lost child. I never notice that earlier because &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s always look happy like any other normal student. I'm not saying that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not normal, in fact he is very normal, this is a phase that most teenager go through. But what I'm worried is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may go in to a state of depression because in his blog &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sounded really lost. I don't know whether its what his friend call it *emo*, but I don't think so because people don't write all this for no particular reason. I wouldn't say that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DFA but &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the passage from our daily bread, found it really useful and encouraging. I hope that when the person above whom I'm referring to will find comfort from this passage and the Lord will speak to him through His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Another Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Philemon 1:8-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8Therefore, although in Christ I could be bold and order you to do what you ought to do, 9yet I appeal to you on the basis of love. I then, as Paul—an old man and now also a prisoner of Christ Jesus— 10I appeal to you for my son Onesimus,[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philemon%201:8-19#fen-NIV-29933a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;] who became my son while I was in chains. 11Formerly he was useless to you, but now he has become useful both to you and to me.&lt;br /&gt;12I am sending him—who is my very heart—back to you. 13I would have liked to keep him with me so that he could take your place in helping me while I am in chains for the gospel. 14But I did not want to do anything without your consent, so that any favor you do will be spontaneous and not forced. 15Perhaps the reason he was separated from you for a little while was that you might have him back for good— 16no longer as a slave, but better than a slave, as a dear brother. He is very dear to me but even dearer to you, both as a man and as a brother in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;17So if you consider me a partner, welcome him as you would welcome me. 18If he has done you any wrong or owes you anything, charge it to me. 19I, Paul, am writing this with my own hand. I will pay it back—not to mention that you owe me your very self.&lt;br /&gt;Footnotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to Philemon 1:10" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philemon%201:8-19#en-NIV-29933"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Philemon 1:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Onesimus means useful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[You] have put on the new man who is renewed in knowledge according to the image of Him who created him. —Colossians 3:10&lt;br /&gt;For almost 100 years, a huge piece of flawed Carrara marble lay in the courtyard of a cathedral in Florence, Italy. Then, in 1501, a young sculptor was asked to do something with it. He measured the block and noted its imperfections. In his mind, he envisioned a young shepherd boy.&lt;/p&gt;For 3 years, he chiseled and shaped the marble skillfully. Finally, when the 18-foot towering figure of David was unveiled, his student exclaimed to Michelangelo, “Master, it lacks only one thing—speech!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onesimus was like that flawed marble. He was an unfaithful servant when he fled from his master Philemon. But while on the run he came to know the Master Sculptor. As a changed man, he served God faithfully and was invaluable to Paul’s ministry. When Paul sent him back to Philemon, he commended him as one “who once was unprofitable to you, but now is profitable to you and to me” (1:11). He asked Philemon to receive Onesimus back as a brother (v.16).&lt;br /&gt;Paul knew what it meant to be given another chance after past wrongs (Acts 9:26-28). He knew personally the transformation God can accomplish. Now he saw it in the life of Onesimus. The Lord can chisel His image on our flawed lives and make us beautiful and useful too. — &lt;a title="Albert Lee" href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/Albert-Lee.aspx"&gt;Albert Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christ takes each sin, each pain, each loss,And by the power of His cross Transforms our brokenness and shame So that our lives exalt His name. —D. De Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Our rough edges must be chipped away to bring out the image of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To the person above, just remember that God has a reason for everything that happens and there's no coincidence. You can bring all your frustration, anger, lost, questions and in fact everything to the Lord in prayer. Really bring it to the Lord in prayer, surrender all your cares to Him, and experience His comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, you may say that everyone says tha same thing, pray..pray and pray.. So what right? Trust me, if you are reading this blog now, please take some time to slowly reflect on all your cares and surrender it totally to the Lord... and have faith in Him that He'll take care of it. You can be certain that you will feel the Lord's presence and a comfort that no one else can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pls note that the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "he"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mentioned above is merely a subject refering to no one in particular and the subject may be a girl or a guy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-92234775102824741?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/92234775102824741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=92234775102824741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/92234775102824741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/92234775102824741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/blur-teenage-blues-and-lost.html' title='Blur.. Teenage blues and lost..'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-1831664808004949191</id><published>2008-08-18T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:09:04.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz.....</title><content type='html'>The whole morning trying to connect to the internet.... Cannot work. Now only finally work. Earlier if not address not valid la or webpage cannot be displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin went to school already this morning, so I'll have to use the internet now or else when he comes back he will make noise wanting to use it... Wait for another second is like kiiling to him.. I tell you he'll complete his HW in the car so that he can come back and use immediately... If you ask him to bathe first... It will be lest that a 5 mins bath.. "GENG" le... That's how desperate he is to wanna use the computer.... But then he's a little boy, so computer is part of he life... normal la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he told me that he' s no longer a kid."I'm a teenager ady ar now !!!!!" he said. I was like er.... you're only 12 le, why so desperate to grow up??? I guess this is part of growing up. When you're young you can't wait to grow up and have freedom but then when you're older ady, you dun wanna grow up : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in penang.. Brought 2 math books up, but then only did like 7 questions yesterday... One of it is my HW.. Stil not finish yet.. Gotto find time to do if not... after hols need to pass up, then oh oooo :&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But then no mood to do cos its like holiday mood ady.. lazy la : P , very dangerous ooo, write like this, cos after my math teacher c this then I die, but then she is really a very kind and a very patient person, salute her... N she is so kind really dun wanna make her angry or disappointed : p Very complicated.. On one hand I like a bit lazy to do, on the other hand dun wanna disappoint her... Haiz... But then cannot be so lazy, STPM wor cannot play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now holiday only so free to blog, actually not so free oso got HW to do... Ha ha.. After school reopen ar.. dunno whether will be so free a not, cos exam will around the corner.. : ( One exam just over ther other wan comimg ady. And then this time, it will be full paper which means more to study. *sob* *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I wanna aim to get A in my maths, economics, P.Am(General paper), Muet, P. Perniagaan(business studies) in my end of year exam. Hopefully can la... Earlier I just say I lazy to do math now wanna aim for A, cacat rite... I oso dunno la... But then really wanna get A le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-1831664808004949191?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/1831664808004949191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=1831664808004949191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1831664808004949191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/1831664808004949191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/haiz.html' title='Haiz.....'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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-7190083264165414900.post-5639350142752305966</id><published>2008-08-17T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:33:23.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays At Last</title><content type='html'>Yeh!!!! Its holiday. Yerterday, Saturday, still have to wake up early cos gotto teman my mom. I very good gal one... Ha ha : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending my hols in penang in my cousin's house. only staying until Tuesday, cos Wednesday .. Chess Camp in school. Slept at 2 in the morning on saturday, so woke up like 11 this morning, and my cousin came knocking on the room door saying like:"Hey, 11 ady lo... Stil dun wanna wake up ar.... I slept at 1am amd woke up at 8am le!!!" Haiz... no choice lo, so wake up...actually its already really late : p But then I dun always get to wake up this late wor... Everyday's routine is like: 5.30am -wake up, 6.20am - go school, then 7 start school until 5pm something only reach home... Anyway i quite enjoy school oso la... ya, my friends can chit chat n this and that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today didn't actually do much...Just watch olympic and play piano n rebut computer with my cousin. Oh ya... Today night my aunt n uncle going to americca, so must be extra nice to my little cousin brother cos he wanna cry ady. Kesian him oso, he only 12 years old, stil very young gua:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow he has school cos he goes to a international school so he has to wake up early.. Ha ha : P I feel like I sound so evil... But then when I have school n he is on hols he is like boasting around... So i guess its payback... Sound so childish.. Never mind la.. Sekali sekala... If not life very boring le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun think I;ll have much of a hols to this week... Wedesday n Thursday chess camp, after Chess camp thursay straight go for my former school CF camp n I have to share my experience in the CF... The share experience part is stressful cos never really share before in front of a group(as in you are given a slot in camp to share something).. Everyone will be like listening to what you've got to say.. Just hope n pray hard that God will help me to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I think I better stop here.. My cousin is waiting to use the computer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190083264165414900-5639350142752305966?l=evelynlws90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/feeds/5639350142752305966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190083264165414900&amp;postID=5639350142752305966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5639350142752305966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190083264165414900/posts/default/5639350142752305966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelynlws90.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays-at-last.html' title='Holidays At Last'/><author><name>evelynlws90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523575287379855709</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>
