<?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-1725540824186979137</id><updated>2012-01-03T15:02:13.289+08:00</updated><category term='fall'/><category term='Motobikes'/><category term='RANTS'/><title type='text'>Sweet Infectious Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the time of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5017872102105433512</id><published>2010-04-04T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:06:44.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I absolutely love this year's Holy week. Will get back to telling that little story some other day. I just came back from Easter Vigil and it lasted 3 hours and 15 minutes. The readings were good and the Homily was great and the best part is I understand more about God. Miricles happened on Good Friday! And, I am anticipating more of God's works in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holy Week is not a symbolization of uniting with family, thinking of Jesus and how He saved us by dying for us and NOT TO MENTION the fact that He resurrected from the dead and became our Saviour for our sins and our Salvation. NO. It is a reminder of what we should be doing throughout the year. I mean, Jesus has already suffered for us and went through hell (literally!). It is not only in Holy week that we should be reminding ourselves about this Sacrifice and Promise and putting all this warm-fuzzy feelings back into our closed up box at the back of our minds after Easter. So for this year, I want to blow the dust of the lid of my box and remember that our Lord has redeemed us and share His love with all. The choice is also now yours. It always have been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I'm sitting writting this, I am all smiles cause after finally accepting Him into my life, I've changed for the better. No more depressed, angry feelings. No more "Ugh, I'm all alone" thoughts. And the pain that I have felt, they aren't that bad. As if there was already someone watching over me and protecting me. Why would I have to worry?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to figure, I just wanted to post up a gretting and warm wishes. Haha, I guess not. But anyways, I want to do as promised and wish all of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER AND PEACE BE WITH YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1725540824186979137-5017872102105433512?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5017872102105433512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5017872102105433512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5017872102105433512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5017872102105433512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8370085121615961189</id><published>2010-04-04T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:55:52.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Read my past emails and came across this bell-shaped email. It is really cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I KNOW WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;I am God's child (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;I am Christ's friend (John 15:15 )&lt;br /&gt;I am united with the Lord(1 Cor. 6:17 )&lt;br /&gt;I am bought with a price(1 Cor. 6:19-20)&lt;br /&gt;I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am a personal witness of Christ. &amp;nbsp;(Acts 1:8)&lt;br /&gt;I am the salt &amp;amp; light of the earth ( Matt.5:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the body of Christ(1 Cor 12:27)&lt;br /&gt;I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2)&lt;br /&gt;I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant ( Phil.3:20)&lt;br /&gt;I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34)&lt;br /&gt;I am a minister of reconciliation for God(2 Cor.5:17-21)&lt;br /&gt;I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)&lt;br /&gt;I am seated with Christ in the heavenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;places (Eph. 2:6)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be separated from the love of God( Rom.8:35-39)&lt;br /&gt;I am established, anointed, sealed by God&amp;nbsp; (2 Cor.1:21-22)&lt;br /&gt;I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8: 28)&lt;br /&gt;I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 )&lt;br /&gt;I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12 )&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16 ). &amp;nbsp;I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)&lt;br /&gt;I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3). I have been justified (Romans 5:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's co-worker (1 Cor.. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship(Eph. 2:10 )&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected. &amp;nbsp;(Phil 1: 5)&lt;br /&gt;I have been redeemed and forgiven(Col.1:14).I have been adopted as God's child(Eph 1:5)&lt;br /&gt;I belong to God&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;who you are!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The LORD bless thee and keep thee;&lt;br /&gt;the LORD make His face shine upon thee&lt;br /&gt;and be gracious unto thee;&lt;br /&gt;the LORD lift up his countenance upon thee&lt;br /&gt;and give thee peace.."&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 6:24-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-8370085121615961189?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8370085121615961189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8370085121615961189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8370085121615961189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8370085121615961189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/04/awesome.html' title='Awesome~'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-9121683300451031980</id><published>2010-03-19T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:21:54.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's been hectic!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I am finally free enough to update a bit on what has been happening. In the process of IELTS and school exams plus my music, I managed to squeez in a trip to &lt;b style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Harvest Haven&lt;/b&gt; with the rest of the JY Core Team .It was uber awesome. The pressence of God is still tingling under my skin and in my heart everytime I pray. The night when we reached home from Ipoh, I prayed for my music exam the next day which I didn't study that much for and when the next day came, I had the calmness and peace of the Lord and everything (nearly) that came out are the only few things that I studied for!!! &lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Will try to blog about harvest haven some other day... I'm tired XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides that, after my last exam, I had cantor practice and meetings and camps to attend so I haven't really caught up with my sleep. But it feels so good and it's deffinitely worth doing all of these. Now, readers, please pray that I will excell, then I will give glory to God (Not that I'm not already giving). =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the Primary School Camp for IC (Immaculate Conception) and we (Marcy, Felicia, Winnie, Lyn, Mark, Jude and Aundrey) were on the faccilitating team. I came late cause someone punctured my tyres. (Got slightly screwed by parents for that) but all was well. I still praise the Lord.&amp;nbsp; We have to give thanks in everything we go through right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, the funniest things happened today, all the way from college right up to after the camp. One on the top of the list is the fact that &lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I left Clarence in the McD parking lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't realise till 15 seconds later when Lyn was trying to tell me that I left him behind. I was too absorbed in getting my phone charger out. Lol. And I actually stopped halfway through to ask her what she was saying and she explained that I left Clarence behind. This Mark didn't even say anything. Before that, Clarence tried to get in from the other door, so when I heard the door closed, I automatically assumed that he was already inside the car. MANATAU, he went to enter through the next door. So I drove off thinking that everyone was already in. Sigh. What a day. There were ups and downs and I praise GOD for every single tiny thing. From the fact that my college mates stayed with me throughout the ordeal and that I have friends to laugh with and do all this mad things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMEN!!!&lt;/b&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/1725540824186979137-9121683300451031980?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/9121683300451031980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=9121683300451031980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/9121683300451031980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/9121683300451031980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifes-been-hectic.html' title='Life&apos;s been hectic!!!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-2418261385654827657</id><published>2010-03-09T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:23:57.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Nanny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you are in a better and glorious place right now where all are right and there are no evil. And I also know that you are finally with our Lord now. Finally reunited with God. I am glad that you are no longer in pain and suffering and get to enjoy the banquet that He would have set for you to welcome you. I am reassured that God will welcome you with open arms and you finally get to see the Almighty alongside the rest that have parted before us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To your 96 years of life that brought all of us into this world, I thank you. For being a mother, grandmother and great grandmother, we thank you. We are not possible without you. I'm grateful as not many can say they knew their great grandmother and that you were healthy all these years. Last of all, I bid you farewell, Nans and  I know I don't tell you this enough, but I love you and I am going to miss you.&amp;nbsp; Bask in the radience of the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lots of love from all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-2418261385654827657?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/2418261385654827657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=2418261385654827657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2418261385654827657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2418261385654827657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/03/numb-ness.html' title='Numb-ness'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5082721463821657757</id><published>2010-03-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:00:10.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look, if you have a problem with me, tell it straight to my face. I mean, bloody hell, through all the subliminal messages, I know that something is wrong. I mean, name the whole class, and miss out mine, fine, that's alright. I mean, that's your life. But I would really appreciate it if you told me straight up front that you didn't like me. I'm just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-5082721463821657757?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5082721463821657757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5082721463821657757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5082721463821657757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5082721463821657757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/03/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6592209362065393457</id><published>2010-03-05T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:56:25.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exams exams and more exams. The stress of it all doesn't seem to end. I mean, right after midterm, is presentations, then assignements, then more tests and finally exams. All in the course of seven weeks. IT AIN'T ENOUGH!!! And this semester, I also have to sit for&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; IELTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; two days before &lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry and Design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; finals and next week is my &lt;b style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Music Theory EXAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Oh my GOD, there are loads of things to handle and I'm afraid that I might not do so well. But through God everything is possible. God first, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, I banned myself from going to Shalom for this week and next weekend I'll be in Gopeng. Haih... What a day. I can't even understand half the questions for the writing and reading part of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;IELTS&lt;/span&gt;. It is english and I can't seem to answer the questions. I feel so degraded right now. Anyways, of to practice more IELTS. Just needed to vent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-6592209362065393457?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6592209362065393457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6592209362065393457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6592209362065393457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6592209362065393457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/03/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-2010390953482593467</id><published>2010-02-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:15:47.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL3d85HqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JoWEEJMoFEc/s1600-h/blood-bank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL3d85HqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JoWEEJMoFEc/s200/blood-bank.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, today was the very first time I gave blood! Woo-hoo! And the thing about feeling dizzy and that it hurts, well it did not happen to me! &lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise the Lord.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully with this, I get to save lives. I know it is not much but hey, I'm proud of myself for doing it. And today was a double bonus as I finally know that I am &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL2Y_yo6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/uwwf0H86Y2o/s1600-h/blood.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL2Y_yo6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/uwwf0H86Y2o/s200/blood.PNG" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, besides that, I am at least the &lt;i style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;4th rarest blood type&lt;/i&gt;. I feel so special right now. =D This &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I want to help more in the community, see what can be done to make a difference. Quite a big task for me but bring it on! Heh. That's all for now. Assignments here I come again! &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PREPARE FOR DOOM!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&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/1725540824186979137-2010390953482593467?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/2010390953482593467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=2010390953482593467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2010390953482593467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2010390953482593467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL3d85HqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JoWEEJMoFEc/s72-c/blood-bank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-2124068568715630641</id><published>2010-02-13T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:44:07.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes and Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, since tomorrow IS &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese New Year &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Valentine's &lt;/span&gt;Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wish you readers out there a happy prosperous loving day! Uhrm, yeah, that sounds about right. All you married people out there, please remember to give me an angpow k? =D Haha. Enjoy, guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-2124068568715630641?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/2124068568715630641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=2124068568715630641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2124068568715630641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2124068568715630641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishes-and-dreams.html' title='Wishes and Dreams'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-4018488348819680354</id><published>2010-02-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:31:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really should make my blog creative. Bu then again, simplicity is at its best, ain't it? And it makes like so much easier... But then, it can be boring. But I think my blog is cool. Don't you? Ah, don't answer that, cause I already know the answer. OF COURSE YOU DO!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up with my flu being even worse than before, I'm coughing out phlegm and it is all stuck in my throat. The unimmaginable tightness it there all the time and I currently lost my voice. Plus, sore throat. And guess what, Chinese New Year is around the corner and all I want to do is sleep. Haih. Life is life, isn't it? I think the heat is fighting with my body and resulted in a large collision - BOOOMMM! Ah, well.. just another sick day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQSX_DjTI/AAAAAAAAATs/qIoje6yqxLk/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQSX_DjTI/AAAAAAAAATs/qIoje6yqxLk/s200/IMG_0027.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQblckAxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/u-BmXxwK8Ew/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQblckAxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/u-BmXxwK8Ew/s200/IMG_1247.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQW109EiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6bDZ9-nNZ5g/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQW109EiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6bDZ9-nNZ5g/s200/IMG_0161.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQV0R3DxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/P1uS1O-aNaE/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQV0R3DxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/P1uS1O-aNaE/s200/IMG_1728.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides that, I am really worried for my oldest dog, &lt;b style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Princess&lt;/b&gt;. Her tail which used to be fluffy and full is now shedding and frail. I literally can see her skin. Before that, I couldn't even touch her skin on the tail cause there was just so much hair. Haih, I'm really worried for her. She is old but I really don't want her to fall sick so soon. &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;I love her a lot&lt;/span&gt;. As for &lt;b style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Angel,&lt;/b&gt; well, she is just being herself, running here and there, not giving a care in the world and genuinely happy to see me. &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;I love her loads too... =) &lt;/span&gt;My dogs are one of the best things in my life. When no one is around and I hang out with them, they know my emotions and feel accordingly. They are my babies and I&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;'m dreading the day they will be no more. &lt;/strike&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/1725540824186979137-4018488348819680354?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/4018488348819680354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=4018488348819680354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4018488348819680354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4018488348819680354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQSX_DjTI/AAAAAAAAATs/qIoje6yqxLk/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8759701856689177120</id><published>2010-02-12T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:42:10.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's this time of night...</title><content type='html'>It is times like this which I know I will regret in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;It is when my mind starts to wander off, thinking about what if&lt;br /&gt;It is when I go into overdrive and insomnia hits me with a loud THUMP&lt;br /&gt;It is when my real emotions come out&lt;br /&gt;It is when I start regretting and living in the past again&lt;br /&gt;It is when I ask myself, why is it that everyone else can have a good life, but not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the good friends I had?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the love and acceptance I felt last time?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that nothing good ever last?&lt;br /&gt;Why is this life filled with more pain than joy?&lt;br /&gt;More hate than love?&lt;br /&gt;More regrets than good memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this time of the night,&lt;br /&gt;When I think I'm all alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;It is this time of the night,&lt;br /&gt;When I think that no one cares&lt;br /&gt;That I am not special enough for anyone to appreciate &lt;br /&gt;That if anything were to happen to me, no one would notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I want to give it all up and wallow in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice in my head and It is saying, 'It's not that bad',&lt;br /&gt;Urging me to smile, cheering me on,&lt;br /&gt;asking me not to give up and fall&lt;br /&gt;Telling me not to be afraid, &lt;br /&gt;Reminding me that there is always people that will love me for who I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this time of the night,&lt;br /&gt;When I know that God is with me...&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me that with Him there's love.&lt;br /&gt;That with Him, I know that life would be just fine&lt;br /&gt;It is this time of the night,&lt;br /&gt;When I end the day with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that I have achieve something in life,&lt;br /&gt;enough to be blessed to feel &lt;b style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;God's love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ending your day with a smile just makes all the day's trials worthwhile and less tedious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you guys for being there for me, for caring for me, for accepting me for what and who I am, without complaining and shunning me, for loving me. Thanks a lot for making me who I am today and I'm proud to say that even though life is not always a bed of roses, I can end my day with a smile BECAUSE OF YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1725540824186979137-8759701856689177120?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8759701856689177120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8759701856689177120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8759701856689177120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8759701856689177120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-this-time-of-night.html' title='It&apos;s this time of night...'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6504716232038698844</id><published>2010-02-10T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:22:12.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharon &amp; Aaron's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was an awesome event. It started off with the church service and it was beautiful. The both of them were glowing with radience and beauty! There are no words that can explain the whole day cause it is too hard to describe the joy and hapiness through words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adeline had a solo for Bapa yang Kekal and it was great. Besides that, the ceremony was fitting and the song selection was excellent. Pretty much, I really don't know how to blog about this but I can show nearly all the pictures. Heh. I think I am still in lazy mode. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcEzYFycI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IDuS7sfz6o4/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcEzYFycI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IDuS7sfz6o4/s200/IMG_1509.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dinner was great, not the typical chinese food in weddings (which I despise), but mamak food. NASI KANDAR! It was one of the best weddings I've been to. But then again, this is my very first wedding invatation to a friend's wedding. How awesome. Was sitting in the same table as Ian, David, Ken, my sis and others. Including Pat dear and Ben, Carmel and Cassie and Oliver. We were sitting at the back but the table next to us were all youths. Therefore, we had a good time cheering A&amp;amp;S on! I can safely say that we were the noisiet bunch there is! HAH! Beat that. Later on in the night, the dance floor was open and the first dance we danced to was a waltz. You can imagine the surprise in the adult's faces. As if saying, "Where on earth did they learn to do that?". We danced to the likes of chacha, salsa and indian music. So it was so fun and by the night came to a close, our feet were aching, bodies tired, hearts filled with joy and faces showing our hapiness. Thanks, Aaron and Sharon for the invite and the awesome fun we had! Some pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S2v7HR2n1GI/AAAAAAAAASs/guPIp6_elRA/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S2v7HR2n1GI/AAAAAAAAASs/guPIp6_elRA/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcOw_UWYI/AAAAAAAAATE/7cMmHuF6rw8/s1600-h/IMG_1550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcOw_UWYI/AAAAAAAAATE/7cMmHuF6rw8/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3Jche8V3gI/AAAAAAAAATk/zxQBN1Bk2HI/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3Jche8V3gI/AAAAAAAAATk/zxQBN1Bk2HI/s200/IMG_1572.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcYa8MneI/AAAAAAAAATU/OSQxeZGhu3Y/s1600-h/IMG_1538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcYa8MneI/AAAAAAAAATU/OSQxeZGhu3Y/s320/IMG_1538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcdPgBXPI/AAAAAAAAATc/fceD3ucGwqU/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcdPgBXPI/AAAAAAAAATc/fceD3ucGwqU/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Congratulations to the both of you&lt;/b&gt;. May your years filled with God's blessing and remember the three part harmony. The both of you indeed make a &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; couple and may the love be with you throughout your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcJ9PLfCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Nv4nwILFXE4/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcJ9PLfCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Nv4nwILFXE4/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-6504716232038698844?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6504716232038698844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6504716232038698844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6504716232038698844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6504716232038698844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/02/sharon-aarons-wedding.html' title='Sharon &amp; Aaron&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcEzYFycI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IDuS7sfz6o4/s72-c/IMG_1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8385796728076921940</id><published>2010-02-05T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:23:01.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even if I tell you that things are alright, I would be lying, majorly. Of course things aren't the same. You've change to become what you are today, and I've changed and followed my own path. I am ready to give all to God, follow His ways and feel His love, but are you? It is up to you on how you decide to live your life. And I can tell you first hand (no sugar-coating) that you are different now then you were before. And I think I was more comfortable with the previous you. Yes, all the late night chats are missed dearly but you have your own life now. I don't think that your life can include the likes of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I know that I've promised to try to salvage what is left with this broken friendship but I can't. It is too hard and the demands are too high for me right now. You like things this way, but I like things that way. Your feelings are like that, mine are the complete opposite. And what really hurt is that, even if you said you've tried, it wasn't enough. There wasn't any messages till you come running when there is trouble. Besides being there for you, when I needed you, you weren't there. Others were. And honestly, that just made me lose confidence in you. Since you already posted your views, this is mine. I think people aren't dumb enough to not know that this is between you and me. But since it is already like that, it is irreversable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever I've said about you before, was done in anger and disappointment and they got the best of me. When they say that the worst enemy is the mouth, I can safely agree. That happened when I was shocked into seeing that you've changed since school. And I guess I wasn't ready to face that. I don't think I still am ready to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is never that simple. But it is not hard for I don't have to be in your shoes to figure out. You made your decision long ago and everytime I asked, &lt;i&gt;you weren't there. &lt;/i&gt;Everytime I called you, &lt;i&gt;you didn't pick up.&lt;/i&gt; When I was in need, &lt;i&gt;you couldn't be found. &lt;/i&gt;This is how I feel, felt and still feeling. And so, I assumed that you already chose. The choice is not hard, actually. Love before friends. I am not upset that you chose him, more upset by the fact that you only came to me, to talk to me when you and him were on the rocks. I felt used. Like that's all I am to you. When there is hapiness in your life, you don't even contact me. But when you are in trouble, you come back. I was willing to tolerate the first few times, but it got so taxing. And it was me that use to start conversation, call you and talk to you. You never once took the iniative to call me, and I had to call you everytime. When you were hurt, I called. But what about the times when I was hurt? I really HATE it when I am the one that looks like she is supposed to call first. EVERYTIME. Tell me honestly, how often did you call me just to chat compared to the ratio of me calling you for the exact same reason.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still love you, way deep down in my heart. People, my friends, are wondering why I still hold on to this friendship. I am starting to wonder too. I mean, it might look like you are the only one doing all the work, but I feel it too. And I gave up. I can tell you that since December, I gave up on this friendship. I gave up in waiting in hope that you might just come and say hi. I gave up waiting for things to change. But I realised that I have changed. I know when things can last, and things won't. I'm tired of persueing them, whether love, life or friendship. If I know I have not a single chance, I forget about it. You can sum it up from here. And you not being in church does not help. How is it that I only see you when he is back, but otheriwise, you disappear?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's up to you to move from here. Like you said, I'm only a phonecall away. Your call, your life. I know that it is probably the worst time to post this blog. But I have to reply and no way I'm doing it through sms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If this is the last time we talk, I'm sorry things work out this way. But we did have a good run of our friendship. I still keep your letters and I do read them once in a while. But if it is not meant to be, what can we do about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-8385796728076921940?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8385796728076921940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8385796728076921940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8385796728076921940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8385796728076921940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/02/empty-promises.html' title='Empty Promises'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-4351365286976656859</id><published>2010-02-02T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:53:12.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY-Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, many appologies for my abscence in the blog industry. As you can see, life's a bit hectic (but in truth, I am too lazy to update, but let's go with the professional answer, kay?) Ah well. Since the month of January has passed, well loads of activities have passed too. Let me think of a few from the top of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Oyog's&lt;/span&gt; new year celebration - 1.1.2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Babe's&lt;/span&gt; surprise birthday dinner - 8.1.2010 (No pictures were taken by me, no evidence.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Sharon and Aaron's&lt;/span&gt; Wedding! - 9.1.2010 (Will update about that soon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Li Ann's&lt;/span&gt; birthday lunch - 12.1.2010 (Blog post will come in time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orientation Day in SEGi for the newbies - 18.1.2010 (We - &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Owen, Do, Alvin, Eli and me,&lt;/span&gt; just formed an acapella group and I must say that it is quite cool. Our very first appearance was then)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Competition in KL - 22.1.2010 (&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"&gt;We won first placing in Best Student Performance Prize&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Leadership Camp Fund raising Car Wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in church - 30-31.1.2010 (It was awesome and deserves another blog post when I'm free.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is pretty much everything that happened during the month of January. Things are gearing up for a good year. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All this I thank God for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides that, I &lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the people that have touched my life. My parents that supported me all these years and my sis for being here to help me. For my friends, thanks for the awesomeness that are you guys. &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/b&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/1725540824186979137-4351365286976656859?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/4351365286976656859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=4351365286976656859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4351365286976656859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4351365286976656859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-ho.html' title='HEY-Ho'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5623605675785494841</id><published>2009-12-31T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:51:18.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEGi Revo Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;15th of December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, SEGi Revo in association with Penang REVO Team had a Christmas party. Well, after that we also had an ADP meeting with the UIU Delegates. That will come on later in the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prep started at least one month before. The dance, carolling and food were plan ahead. The deco was done the day before when everyone took time off to decorate the whole hall. All the pictures can be found on facebook. Somewhere. =) Anyways, the day started off with some Ice Breakers from Brother Pragash and his team. Next was the Carolling and follow with the dance. The dancers danced to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We Are the Reason&lt;/span&gt;. It was very good. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; to upload the silent video (my camera has no audio input =( ). But you guys can sing to it in your heads. HAHA! Anyways, after that was more ice breakers followed by song songs played by POHD. (I think that's their name)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABWCc3nI/AAAAAAAAARM/9JbDaL1M8wQ/s1600-h/19645_263512046264_709641264_4834473_6937143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABWCc3nI/AAAAAAAAARM/9JbDaL1M8wQ/s320/19645_263512046264_709641264_4834473_6937143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348812031319666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyAA_d97qI/AAAAAAAAARE/mTM5YniZ0QA/s1600-h/19645_263494471264_709641264_4834434_6198109_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyAA_d97qI/AAAAAAAAARE/mTM5YniZ0QA/s320/19645_263494471264_709641264_4834434_6198109_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348805972717218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prems and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, was a clip from a movie telling on the ultimate sacrifice a father has to make the crucial desicion between avoiding a train crash involving thousands or sacrificing his only son who was caught between the gate opening. The father chose the passengers. It also reflects on how God did the same for us mortals and sacrifices His son Jesus. It was a terrible desicion to make but He did it. He did it to save us. Early on today, I saw the billboard near IC Church saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BELIEVE - John 3.16&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son so that everyone will not perish but would have eternal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***NEXT***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ADP meeting was very cool. The guys that came all the way from US were very fun to be with. They first asked us to introduce ourselves by stating our name, where we stay and who we would like to see (dead or alive). Well, I said I would like to see my Grandma. I miss her so much. Even though I was the only grandchild to see her alive, I was too young to get to know her. And I miss her. I heard of stories that she is very loving and passionate about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah well, next was the Beach Party. It was fairly, ummm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok-lah&lt;/span&gt;. There was games, talking and uhrmmmm, burnt sandy food. =P It ended pretty late, around 11 and Prems and me went to McD for some real food. Just as we sat down, her dad said that he arrived. Ah but alas, fate would not have it. Some pics from that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABU4v3TI/AAAAAAAAARU/dm4WgwTApE4/s1600-h/19645_263523626264_709641264_4834527_4804128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABU4v3TI/AAAAAAAAARU/dm4WgwTApE4/s320/19645_263523626264_709641264_4834527_4804128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348811722186034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yvonne and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABzmlKZI/AAAAAAAAARc/UXDclvP-ctg/s1600-h/19645_263528896264_709641264_4834545_409646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABzmlKZI/AAAAAAAAARc/UXDclvP-ctg/s320/19645_263528896264_709641264_4834545_409646_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348819967486354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hsin and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I arrived home, Miss Rachel Ng brought me my birthday gift. I named her Tiny Kaylin. Yes, she is a dog. But my parents had a fit and she just left for a better home today. was very sad to find her missing in action when I called her name just now in the morning. But well, that's life. Win some lose some. Love some, get hurt. =(&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyBG5aAUyI/AAAAAAAAARs/vn3aTZbaz9s/s1600-h/19645_263534566264_709641264_4834559_277697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyBG5aAUyI/AAAAAAAAARs/vn3aTZbaz9s/s320/19645_263534566264_709641264_4834559_277697_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421350006936326946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll miss you, Baby-K&lt;br /&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/1725540824186979137-5623605675785494841?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5623605675785494841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5623605675785494841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5623605675785494841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5623605675785494841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/12/segi-revo-christmas-party.html' title='SEGi Revo Christmas Party'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABWCc3nI/AAAAAAAAARM/9JbDaL1M8wQ/s72-c/19645_263512046264_709641264_4834473_6937143_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-2446264664225632483</id><published>2009-12-31T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:53:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year is ending once again - Recap of December</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. It is the 31st of December again. Damn, life is in a hurry. How fast can things move. Let's see... I still haven't updated my old post. Before anyone can say that I am one year behind on my posts, I shall slowly and pain stakingly update the month of December. Embrace yourselves, it is going to be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the CEC End Year Camp. It was fun. 3 days and an overnighter during the beginning of the school holidays (Too bad classes for college were still on.) The first day included everything from no toothpaste on friends' arm and taking videos of others snoring (ground rules). It started off with Andre's session - Chosen. I think it had something to do with Chicken Eagle and Charcoal to Diamond. Next was break and the next session. Basically, the whole camp is about reaching out to others and not being so darn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk about the whole camp in detail is plain impossible. So let me run through the highlights when I was not doing the disappearing act (balancing college and church all at the same time). Let me see, first was the Kampung Manis gotong royong that everyone did. It was so awesome. We spent two hours just picking up loads of rubbish. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=174934&amp;amp;id=651924923"&gt;Click here to see the results!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, there were group activities, talks from various outreach ministry and of course, games. And yes, they also involve loads of water. It was quite fun, though I definately never intended to get wet. But I did. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIZtkIzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4co_Yax67VY/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIZtkIzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4co_Yax67VY/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333540113752882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NEXT, exposure. Down from 85 poeple to 40 people. Five days of work in homes (old folks, children's, nursing homes and even the recycling center) Woah! So much work, so little time. Before you know it, It is 4.30 and you have to go home. Everyone got pretty attached to the people there and I think that some of the youths actually went back to visit them. Good job guys. The schedule was 10.00 till 4.30. Then back to church for debriefing. Honestly, the month of December flew by pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third week of the adventure... MUSICAL PRACTICE! It was fun. Only 36 people could commit. Two weeks of practice. For presentation. Technically, the youth spent about 14 hours practicing. The rest of the time was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gotong-royonging&lt;/span&gt;, dance lessons and of course, sessions and PAW. It was awesome. God was really present throughout the whole experience man. No way the power of man can handle a supposedly three month practice squashed into 15 hours. The youth are awesome. Props to them. The musical I think would be sold in church later on. News on that later. Guess what, for the musical, I was SMG (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoke Machine Girl)&lt;/span&gt;. HA! It was so cool. It was as if the actors were farting on stage. A LOT! Especially Ryan in Heaven. Woosh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stinky!&lt;/span&gt; ^^ &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4449059&amp;amp;id=651924923#/album.php?aid=174746&amp;amp;id=651924923"&gt;Pictures can be found here.&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures that I like from the musical itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIvVi6OI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yDt4bBQWNxg/s1600-h/20071_212555253540_671138540_3132804_5790846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIvVi6OI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yDt4bBQWNxg/s320/20071_212555253540_671138540_3132804_5790846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333545918589154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before the start of the musical&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ryan and Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyJUQa68I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dJ_bewER62o/s1600-h/20071_212578283540_671138540_3132970_6676350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyJUQa68I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dJ_bewER62o/s320/20071_212578283540_671138540_3132970_6676350_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333555829205954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the Old Folks Scene&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Jaslyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/VISTAA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyI1KDNZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/H82m2XENmjw/s1600-h/20071_212555318540_671138540_3132811_2881257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyI1KDNZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/H82m2XENmjw/s320/20071_212555318540_671138540_3132811_2881257_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333547480987026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Group Shot&lt;br /&gt;Cast and Crew of CHS Musical Drama - Room at the Inn&lt;br /&gt;19 December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1725540824186979137-2446264664225632483?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/2446264664225632483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=2446264664225632483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2446264664225632483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2446264664225632483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-is-ending-once-again-recap-of.html' title='The year is ending once again - Recap of December'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIZtkIzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4co_Yax67VY/s72-c/IMG_0996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6579181321008140253</id><published>2009-12-07T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:39:07.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm, I think... I think... I think...&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one question&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't read my blog and all. But are we losing contact or something? How come I have this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dreaded feeling&lt;/span&gt; as though I am being replaced. If I continue ranting like this, it will become &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bitchy&lt;/span&gt;. So, I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. Cause it has been on my mind since Friday. How come I am suddenly so out of touch with all of this. And yeah,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't get the attention I use to get&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn, Adele&lt;/span&gt;, pull yourself together. Stop acting like this. (Yes, I am scolding myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the times when others weren't that connected yet. Guess that's over.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BUT&lt;/span&gt;, Life goes on right? Yeah, whatever. I shouldn't be feeling anything at all in particular anyways. I dunno what to say now. So much for thought of the day. Night, world!&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/1725540824186979137-6579181321008140253?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6579181321008140253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6579181321008140253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6579181321008140253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6579181321008140253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6790693574253018737</id><published>2009-12-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:11:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is 1am. I know I am gonna regret this tomorrow morning when I head for church. But I am not tired, for some strange reason. But I can't study anymore cause my brain is at it's limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to balance studying for exams and practice without jeopardizing both. And if I don't score, mom's gonna ban me from church activities, which is worse. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DILEMMA! &lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-6790693574253018737?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6790693574253018737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6790693574253018737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6790693574253018737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6790693574253018737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/12/regrets-in-morning.html' title='Regrets in the morning'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5395132617898075936</id><published>2009-12-03T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:01:52.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's late</title><content type='html'>Oh Lord of Heaven Almighty, please help me. It is officially 2a.m. and I'm exhausted. Another two more subtopics to go. Plus, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;exposure&lt;/span&gt; in the morning where we will be doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;work, work and WORK!&lt;/span&gt; AH! Give me the strength to carry on this whole week as well as study for my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; exams&lt;/span&gt; as well as making to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;musical practice&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, my plate is full. Not to mention &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;college classes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;music class&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-5395132617898075936?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5395132617898075936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5395132617898075936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5395132617898075936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5395132617898075936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-late.html' title='It&apos;s late'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-3553186975035034812</id><published>2009-12-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:27:14.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It started off with last night. I was on the phone with Prema and while talking to her, i was counting my medicine. And I realised that I have to take 7 types of medicine. The joy. So, I was fumbling with my nose spray and the cover fell. And this was what I said to Prem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh my gosh, my nose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Literally, I stopped my sentence at the word nose.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A bit blur after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, started off with music class. I found out that my teacher uses hairspray to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. So we started saying that it hurts the enviroment. Something about save the whales. And it ended with the statement, one of the students was a whale. And he heard from the piano room. haha. Next was CF at college. Well, as usual chit chat, kutuk people and all. They had a birthday cake for all December's babies Cool. Three quater CHEESE CREAM, i think, then a 2cm layer of cake below. HA! Well, I took two pieces, force fed by Joanne! The cream on my fingers were cleaned by Neil's face. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, was psychology. Nothing eventful there though, so I'll skip to carolling at Paradise. Of all people to meet there, I saw NEIL, AGAIN! Haih, the horror. We were talking and the funniest thing was that my family members, everytime they approached where I was sitting, they asked why I'm not eating. So by the fifth or so, I told Neil that the next relative would ask the same question. GUESS WHAT! They did! Haha, coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to carolling at the damn hot foyer. Before that, this funny conversation happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Noel (Neil's bro)&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Eh, I wanna go to the tennis court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Why? Don't have basketball also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my confusion. Apparently there was a ring for them to shoot in. Ah well. Anyways, off to do my dreaded assignment. ISH! Night guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Due to the stupidness of the photo uploader, no pictures today. AWW!*&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/1725540824186979137-3553186975035034812?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/3553186975035034812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=3553186975035034812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3553186975035034812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3553186975035034812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-day.html' title='Funny Day'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5400465732394974249</id><published>2009-11-26T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:38:50.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lee Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is getting married =( TO A FAN! Si Bodoh itu punya budak! Plus he has a kid. I mean, when i first saw it on YouTube, the only thing running through my mind is WHAT THE HELL! Lee Ryan, ah! Damn, my teen years listening to him, the love and all just disappeared. And he fell in love cause she was hot. Not that I think so anyways, but who am I to judge. I don't see him falling for an Asian anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw52SoAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Iwmyd0EqRL0/s1600/faf0a1b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390264867380514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw52SoAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Iwmyd0EqRL0/s320/faf0a1b8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just a picture of the hottest guy around with an awesome, to die for voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ah well, all hope is not lost, I guess. I have real life to focus on. No time for some news like that. Your lost, Lee! Haha, in other news... *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My life just got interesting again. Let's see how this crush turns out to be. Stupid emotions and falling for stupid boys. BOYS. ish. What's wrong with me? Haha. Not that I'm crazy to the point where I am swept off my feet whenever he is around or my hearts starts beating really fast. All that hasn't happened for awhile. But anyways, it's good to remind myself that this is the last of my concerns. I have family, college, church and ministry to worry about. There is always time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-5400465732394974249?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5400465732394974249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5400465732394974249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5400465732394974249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5400465732394974249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/11/devastation.html' title='Devastation'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw52SoAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Iwmyd0EqRL0/s72-c/faf0a1b8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-2982529919594882521</id><published>2009-11-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:46:43.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night - Royal Masquerade in Paris</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to announce that I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first runner up&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SEGi Idol&lt;/span&gt;. A little bit of cheers will do! ^^ I sang "When You Believe" by Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston. I know, i know. It's a big feat. But I think I did it justice. But it wasn't enough. Ah well, at least I looked good. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of with rehersals in the morning. Usual thing. Started off late, have a bit of fun with the pole Ning brought, styling Neil's hair with Elizabeth, and mostly just talking to the rest. The outcome of our 'experiment' is this. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*Neil, because of us, you looked hot. HA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1PY4Iee4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/liuJA91JC9c/s1600/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408066016345226114" style="width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1PY4Iee4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/liuJA91JC9c/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, rehersal carried on as usual - with addition of an impromtu script by Prema and me. And obviously, the results were total chaos. Miss Sharon was practically glaring at us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my, if looks could kill... &lt;/span&gt;The rest went on smoothly without much hiccups - BUT there was an uncessary amount of smoke being let out every few minutes. It looks as if the performers were farting on stage. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, before the night, I got my hair sponsered by SEGi Idol - Evolution Hair Studio at Pragin. They actually curled my hair!&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/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1UBcM3NJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/avTeBunTL50/s1600/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408071111268578450" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1UBcM3NJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/avTeBunTL50/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the contacts, make-up and high heels, I've completely broken my personal rules. I'll never be caught dead with curly hair, contacts and high heels... plus, a long dress. Only for that night. It was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45KDXLHCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CG_rmlCbst0/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45IzEf7KI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pTWd7dMljmY/s1600/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408323025829358754" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45IzEf7KI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pTWd7dMljmY/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45KDXLHCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CG_rmlCbst0/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 6, I arrived, handing the a mask to Von as she forgot hers. AIYAH! Lol, just joking. Then, I ran into Neil and he 'escorted' me to the dressing room. Teased him a bit just for kicks and walk back out. Michelle looked awesome as usual with her boyfriend. Yvonne looked HOT, and everyone else looked just near amazing. We dilly-dallied outside till 7.30 ish before they allowed us to enter the ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it started with the five pairs of dancers waltzing in, in order to escort the VIPs. Then, Neil and his co-emcee went up to talk a for while. After that, Jim and Mr J.Goh went up to give the speech of the year. There were few performances from Danzity, A french duet (They were FUN!!) and Mr J.Goh very own daughter, Crystal (Her voice is awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfortunate thing about it was that the RM70 ticket gone to waste cause I didn't even get to sit at my table for more than 15 minutes before having to leave to escort, perform, sing, act, ... the list goes on and on. Carina did save us food but by the time we came back, GOD! The food was freezing and coagulating. Quite gross actually. Overall, it was a eventful night, getting to know each other's personality more, falling in love, night of glamour and all that junk. Haha, just kidding. It was eventful, not in the love department though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see when did I get up on stage. First was to escort Owen (looking very dashing) for his Idol performance. Well done, man. Next, was for the Ed Board launching of the notebook and bookmarks. Hmmm, then it was my performance (Damn nervous, by the way - ask anyone backstage). It was a pity no one recorded it. I really wanna know how it sounds like. Then it was Elizabeth's Prom Queen performance (no comment) and lastly, DMDS. It was a blast and I really felt like a star. Just pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45Jya3qTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K95wAfWAKMQ/s1600/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408323042834622770" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45Jya3qTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K95wAfWAKMQ/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with dancing and loads of picture taking. Therefore, if anyone is interested, you can go to my facebook page to look at the pictures as my computer is damn lame and stupid - loading photos takes ages, by the way (Owen, there's your answer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off at 12a.m. to join the shalom gang at McD's. The shock was seen in most of their faces when I walked in, completely with hair and make up. Haha, I must have looked funny. The night ended just right as I went to sleep and prepared for hiking and praise and worship leading the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congrats to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ning, Michelle, and Aanand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - though you did not win, you were still the best in line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congrats to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Yvonne, Prema, Carmel and Fatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - you gals were awesome on stage (carmel, thanks for all the background work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congrats to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - damn nice song you sang. Glad that I was you escort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congrats to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- you were one heck of an emcee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congrats to the winners of Prom King, SEGi Idol and Queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you, student council for a well put together show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEGi Prom Night 2009&lt;/span&gt;! Never will its memory be replaced by anything else. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-2982529919594882521?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/2982529919594882521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=2982529919594882521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2982529919594882521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2982529919594882521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night - Royal Masquerade in Paris'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1PY4Iee4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/liuJA91JC9c/s72-c/IMG_0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7155713745370002753</id><published>2009-11-18T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:08:41.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Leaning psychology now. Goodness. Plus, I still have to upload the pictures. Prehaps after this hectic week. Maybe not. I shall do what I want! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, sorry for the very 'terencat' messages. My mind is quite full right now. Omg, I will upload loads of things as fast as I can. Some of the wacky pictures to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Assignment time"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress Hunting - NING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One or two pictures from parish assembly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just plain funny pictures of my college mates! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress fitting (in the end not carried out - cause of the RM100 dry cleaning, a joke right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to shout out to Carina. Sorry about your car, man. It was terrible. Will upload it to my facebook soon. Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-7155713745370002753?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7155713745370002753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7155713745370002753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7155713745370002753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7155713745370002753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry Guys'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1097443991829731128</id><published>2009-10-27T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:19:30.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; So, out of boredom yesterday night, I started braiding my sister's hair while watching all sorts of shows on STAR. This was the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPomFVxJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-g5QMMDvmBI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPomFVxJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-g5QMMDvmBI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPomFVxJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-g5QMMDvmBI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPpK-giVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5Y3uTKV8Pfw/s1600-h/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397159140934060370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPpK-giVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5Y3uTKV8Pfw/s320/IMG_0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, I braided till my finger bled. Sounds quite funny. Who knew braiding was such a dangerous hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it took about 25 minutes to finish her whole head and well, this happened. (Due to my sister's anger if she were ever to find out that I posted a picture of her, I decided to show you guys the back of it! lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaQqCB4qsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vA4MIrbiCXE/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397160255223802562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaQqCB4qsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vA4MIrbiCXE/s320/IMG_0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-1097443991829731128?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/1097443991829731128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=1097443991829731128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1097443991829731128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1097443991829731128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPpK-giVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5Y3uTKV8Pfw/s72-c/IMG_0495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-128173750362494975</id><published>2009-10-22T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:25:50.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Short and Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy moments, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PRAISE&lt;/span&gt; God&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SEEK&lt;/span&gt; God&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WORSHIP&lt;/span&gt; God&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt; God&lt;br /&gt;EVERY moment, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THANK&lt;/span&gt; GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Received that by email from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There was more, but this touched me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1725540824186979137-128173750362494975?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/128173750362494975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=128173750362494975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/128173750362494975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/128173750362494975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-short-and-simple.html' title='Sweet, Short and Simple'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7943141588547462720</id><published>2009-10-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:08:36.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Malaysia coming to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just about this recently. I mean, why ban horror movies! banning makes everything worse doesn't it? It will cause people to by pirated DVD's and the whole cycle begins again. Look, I just have one statement, if you don't like horror movies, THEN DON'T WATCH IT. It is not that hard to do. I mean, yeah, I'm a fan of horror movies, but if you're not, then why block it from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It does not do anything but give thrill to those that seeks a more interesting lifestyle. It is not like we are going to immitate the gruesomeness that is horror. I agree with one of the letters sent in by the readers - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why stop creative juices from flowing? &lt;/span&gt;Horror movies aren't easy to pull off as sappy love movies (not that I have anything against it). It needs animation, special effects and bla bla bla. Shouldn't Malaysia be moving forward instead of back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Plus, banning condoms. God, please tell me what is wrong with them. Dah-lah they have pre-marital sex, no cannot be protected = disaster. Why? More unwanted pregnancy + abortion = DEATH, more STD's + no protection = MORE STD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  TSK TSK, what is this going to end up in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1725540824186979137-7943141588547462720?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7943141588547462720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7943141588547462720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7943141588547462720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7943141588547462720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-malaysia-coming-to.html' title='What is Malaysia coming to?'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5050450648742198833</id><published>2009-10-21T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:14:27.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn damn damn. I can't sleep. At all. But I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So many things running through my mind, my thoughts and ... ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore this post, cause I don't understand half of what I'm writing anyways. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I JUST CAN'T SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Can't you hear my brain screaming in agony?!)&lt;/span&gt; And I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;music class&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. The night just keeps getting better and better. ISH! Let's see if I can find anything to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagged by: NO ONE this time but I do tag &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're Asian you MUST take this quiz&lt;br /&gt;If you're not, just do it anyways :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, tag all your Asian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how Asian are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Both of your parents are from Asia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use the term "Azn"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think DDR is fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've watched lots of anime&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Korean drama&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have stuff hanging on your phone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents want you to marry within your own race&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You style your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;[x] You have a meebo/myspace/friendster/f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acebook&lt;br /&gt;[x] You speak languages other than English&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents are strict.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents have high expectations of you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always get A's/B's on your report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;[x] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Accounting&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know your multiplication table&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play badminton or table tennis&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've seen the Asian version The Ring and/or The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own an Asian car (Honda/Toyota &amp;amp; etc)&lt;br /&gt;[x]You're not the only child&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've gotten little red envelopes around February&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do&lt;br /&gt;[ ] (If you're a girl)You prefer asian guys over white guys (If you're a guy)You prefer asian girls(over white girls)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can do the rubiks cube&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Everytime you're going out, your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have karaoke at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;[ ] You know BOA/Gazette/AyumiHamasaki/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gackt.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been to a LAN more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a gaming console&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play a musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get nothing if you do well in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have Asian Songs on your computer/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like football&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a curfew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what ulzzang/tb means&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what purikura is&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've played final fantasy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe[d] in fortune cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get mostly "No's" when you ask your parents for permission for something&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've heard the song "Got rice?"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have (*had) a tutor&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've had pockys/yan yan before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you seek for your mother's permission she replies "Ask your dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multiply it by 2 then you have __ percent asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;46% Asian&lt;/span&gt;. Damn, I'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagged by: Miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Patrice Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. My Name : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Adele Khor Li Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My birthday : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18 Dec 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who tagged you : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Miss Pat-dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name 5 best friends : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know which ones to name! I have really close friends like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Kenneth, Babe, Carina, Rachel/s and Carissa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Heh. I shall just include my ex best friend (Just a fall out, don't worry - who knows the future)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Miss Cat d meow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. What do you wished for birthday : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't rememb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Happy things that happened recently : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ummm, not really sure... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I passed my maths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Most stressed about recently : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Financial Issues and the struggle to continue life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. What is your dream about future: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a job I absolutely love and get well paid for cause I'm good at it XD. Plus, find my love... The one I am thinking about now isn't really in my reach at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Do you have someone you like : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Of'course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Will you visit your ex-teacher in a classmate gathering : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most happy to hang out with : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The gang, the church and my family... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLUS, God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If two of your friends are having conflicts :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My first instinct is to mediate, but I shall back off just in case my head gets cut off in the process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Where is preferably the place to go with your lover : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;When I find one, I'll tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. What to do in Christmas : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Family time and carolling! BUSY BUSY BUSY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15. Who do you want to celebrate Christmas with : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Bad habit on waking up early in the morning : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Aiya, don't wanna wake up lah!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have 6 alarms with 5 minutes interval. Go figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. How many siblings do you have : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellykhor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Younger sis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favourite song(Female) : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That's the way it is - Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;19. Favourite song(Male) : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Best in me - BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favourite Colour : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black, Pastel colours and for nails - STRIKING (mine are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lime green&lt;/span&gt; right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. Flush before using the toilets? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;When I see gross stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;22. Love me not? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Love me, hate me... Your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23. Affectionate to guys or girls :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. What do you want to shout out loudly : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I AM FREAKIN' TIRED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you dare to go toilets alone in the middle of the night? : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yeah, of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. Will you take off your undies in while in the WC : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who’s the bastard : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;people in the world... SAD, Eff-ing LOSERS that are materialistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What’s the current affection : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;my dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Ugly when asleep: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;No way, I'm always beautiful^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. Whats the time now : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.19am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. Do you hate the person who tagged you : Nope nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Weight: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;33. Weather today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think it rained during my Moral exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. Are you pregnant : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. What will you do if you win a lottery : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Damn... When that happens, I will get back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;36. An activity that must be done while in the Uni -life : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have a sorority! Haha, and loads of Road trips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1725540824186979137-5050450648742198833?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5050450648742198833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5050450648742198833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5050450648742198833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5050450648742198833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/insomia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7106071438738535182</id><published>2009-10-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:11:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived (Linggi Camp '09)</title><content type='html'>Well, anyways, I haven't been updating in ages about anything so I shall start from March. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LINGGI CAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We went to Malacca for a team building camp for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;3 days 2 nights&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with an eventful bus trip down where everyone had to introduce themselves &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Student Council's Idea... ISH) &lt;/span&gt;and tell a few details. So when it came to my turn, I told them I love to sing and play music - leading to them persuading me to sing. And I did! haha. After that, everyone asked me to join Idol &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Which I also did)&lt;/span&gt;. COOL-NESS. Here are some pictures of the bus -.-&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/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2smdhByNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UMbiTah6DRo/s1600-h/4266_1106585717318_1607058125_30258266_5504933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2smdhByNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UMbiTah6DRo/s320/4266_1106585717318_1607058125_30258266_5504933_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394657705417885906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;On the way to the camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zvrjvX9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ctzjfvyIT1k/s1600-h/4482_90423790770_732010770_2442241_3344229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zvrjvX9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ctzjfvyIT1k/s320/4482_90423790770_732010770_2442241_3344229_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394665560387575762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ADP-ians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v6uUhcQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/N4BDSI7G-f0/s1600-h/4518_108362551806_586246806_2773666_2153493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v6uUhcQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/N4BDSI7G-f0/s320/4518_108362551806_586246806_2773666_2153493_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394661352061104386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming back from Jonker Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finally reached the super hot camp, we unpacked our stuff and had lunch while getting brief by the teachers in charge. Plus, we got into out groups. Mine was called the "Rising Sun". Pretty lame. But anyways, after lunch, we went to get changed and started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ROCK CLIMBING!&lt;/span&gt; some other activities included jumping and blancing of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;30 feet poles&lt;/span&gt; only supported by two people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2skgkLjJI/AAAAAAAAANU/HsISrI3vJUg/s1600-h/29052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2skgkLjJI/AAAAAAAAANU/HsISrI3vJUg/s320/29052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394657671876676754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2slwd0cMI/AAAAAAAAANs/IOguydgcGr8/s1600-h/30052009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2slwd0cMI/AAAAAAAAANs/IOguydgcGr8/s320/30052009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394657693324832962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our groups raced to see who had the most points and all. Besides that, we also had "An Amazing Hunt" or something like that where we had to do loads of mini activities. But mainly, we got to get to know one another. For instance, Yee Chian has Y-syndrom (Discovered to spread int he middle of the night while playing cards) and some got a little too close for comfort, right boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2sle-kPPI/AAAAAAAAANk/KhdJ3y2a9ag/s1600-h/30052009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2sle-kPPI/AAAAAAAAANk/KhdJ3y2a9ag/s320/30052009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394657688630344946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aanand and Jim - doing the unknown (kids do not follow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2sk_WOKFI/AAAAAAAAANc/JPAJYLNPJ3M/s1600-h/30052009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2sk_WOKFI/AAAAAAAAANc/JPAJYLNPJ3M/s320/30052009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394657680139626578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aihsin and Pikying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zw-u0UzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tpAvkEwcMPw/s1600-h/30052009%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zw-u0UzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tpAvkEwcMPw/s320/30052009%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394665582714180402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two guys copying the same style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v6AqHcZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YJMRUcg-_lM/s1600-h/4222_107130443311_681913311_2724900_567611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v6AqHcZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YJMRUcg-_lM/s320/4222_107130443311_681913311_2724900_567611_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394661339803644306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing cards at night - 2am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zwHbse7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/y-bCtLAr6aI/s1600-h/4482_90423835770_732010770_2442248_7529741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zwHbse7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/y-bCtLAr6aI/s320/4482_90423835770_732010770_2442248_7529741_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394665567870024626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wern and me - Glasses rule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v5kGdiBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Gms2HjgKO7E/s1600-h/4266_1106586477337_1607058125_30258285_6517476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v5kGdiBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Gms2HjgKO7E/s320/4266_1106586477337_1607058125_30258285_6517476_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394661332137904146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At 3am in the cold tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v7W-jAPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QUpHEAG8RkA/s1600-h/4518_108363416806_586246806_2773694_6293771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v7W-jAPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QUpHEAG8RkA/s320/4518_108363416806_586246806_2773694_6293771_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394661362974785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ADP-ians RULE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v7wpK8MI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dbeOgXSd0ds/s1600-h/4518_108368211806_586246806_2773811_6034628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2v7wpK8MI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dbeOgXSd0ds/s320/4518_108368211806_586246806_2773811_6034628_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394661369864450242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rising Sun - 2nd place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zvJNyt5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/_8JG6DCQJGI/s1600-h/4518_108370851806_586246806_2773838_2140461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2zvJNyt5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/_8JG6DCQJGI/s320/4518_108370851806_586246806_2773838_2140461_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394665551168714642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Ikano with one new found friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We came back with our hearts contented and exhauted as I prepared to hype myself up for the CEC Camp the next day! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-7106071438738535182?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7106071438738535182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7106071438738535182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7106071438738535182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7106071438738535182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/revived-linggi-camp-09.html' title='Revived (Linggi Camp &apos;09)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/St2smdhByNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UMbiTah6DRo/s72-c/4266_1106585717318_1607058125_30258266_5504933_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-3228646282902296891</id><published>2009-10-20T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:39:46.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was thinking, what happens if I ever were to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give up religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Would I be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;free&lt;/span&gt; from the troubles and issues I'm facing and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;everything would be alright again&lt;/span&gt;? Will the issues cease to exist once I give up? Will the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;DISAPPEAR&lt;/span&gt;?? Then I realise that ever since I'm delving deeper into my faith in God, the trouble starts coming, hitting &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;left, right, center, back and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everywhere else imaginable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, can't Satan take a break and hurt others? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I &lt;/span&gt;give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, wouldn't everything be easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised, even though I fail and fall so much, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;God's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is never ending&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I hate me for causing so many mistakes in my life but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;GOD STILL LOVES ME!&lt;/span&gt; For that, I think I'm going to strive onward with my heart filled with faith and love for God. All these occur to me when I listened to the song, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Voice of Truth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And the chorus really touches me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice of Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tells a different story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Voice of Truth&lt;/span&gt; says, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not be afraid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Voice o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;f Truth&lt;/span&gt; says, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"This is for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; glory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And out of all the voices calling out to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will choose to listen and believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Voice of Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;With God, all things are possible&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 19:26&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/1725540824186979137-3228646282902296891?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/3228646282902296891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=3228646282902296891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3228646282902296891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3228646282902296891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-3938759336810229528</id><published>2009-10-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:28:26.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta a feeling~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a way of me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;procastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and NOT being able to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt;. I promise that I will study after this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*winks cheekily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tagged by: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Catherine Tan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(Who apparently has nothing better to do! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;It would be a plus, but I prefer those with personality. NOT boring good looking guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the guys I know are already smart! So, Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;Older! DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Taller than me but just nice to snuggle with =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice having a guy that can make you smile when you are feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.... hmmmmm...... hmmmmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that don't can go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROT IN HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;Pink? I wanna dye my hair pink! But my mom wouldn't let me. Argh, that would be so cool. Ok, straying off topic. Only I get to do the weird stuff, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;Not that mushy. I want more solid people! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. Just nice. Too fat, cannot wrap arms around him when i want to. Too skinny, nothing there to hug. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;I want blue colour skin! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;As long as it looks good and is well kept. (shakes head at all those than don't =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what that has to do with anything. I prefer my guy to be made of flesh and bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Please Lord, do not give me a guy with B.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;How should I put this politely, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WAY IN HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;I drink occasionally. As long as he knows his limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, what about a body like Ryan Reynolds? *mouths open and starts day dreaming* HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man. That would be so cool. Can we duet? Double pianos babey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;I like the acoustic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;That is so romantic. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way, I fall in love with the voice. As long as his voice touches my heart. That has happen before. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JASLYN WANNABE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (Sorry jas! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;like cute nerds? hmmm. Yeah, why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;It will come off eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;Not to the point where he can barely get a word out without blushing. That would suck. How would he put himself out there during a date? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;in which way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the questions are getting harder to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! Automatic response to the word Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. stunner?&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to have little surprises here and there. Keeps life interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hip hop?&lt;br /&gt;I DONT UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you just ask that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;That would hurt man. Not to me, but you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why not? I am. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;Get me a guy that does that! I would take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;In touch with his childlike behaviour. cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Flirt with me. Other girls, nono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, as long as it is not those over emotional sappy corny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.serious?&lt;br /&gt;Serious when things need to be done. Not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;Campus? nope. try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, and is willing to accept how involved I am in church too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;=) I shall say no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or Internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... It is bad to get addicted (From experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Die man! What is he scolds me in languages i cannot understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Both. We need both to survive a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man. Would you like a horrible kisser? I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. loves children?&lt;br /&gt;The guys i know so far are great with kids. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;That's done! NOW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORAL&lt;/span&gt; HERE I COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-3938759336810229528?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/3938759336810229528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=3938759336810229528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3938759336810229528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3938759336810229528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-way-of-me-procastinating-and.html' title='I gotta a feeling~'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1495779514134715835</id><published>2009-10-19T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:50:50.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aloha again! Parents are out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ROME&lt;/span&gt;! Argh, i envy them. Anyways, praying for their safety this 2 weeks. Besides that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORAL EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Double Argh)&lt;/span&gt; So let me see what has happened throughout the abscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched a movie called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Facing the Giants&lt;/span&gt;" a while back and I really liked the soundtrack. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; lent me the CD and there was a track that really touched me. It is called the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Voice of Truth&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CASTING CROWNS&lt;/span&gt;. Please go have a listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt; is back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;WELCOME HOME!&lt;/span&gt; He will be here till Feb. It was nice catching up with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy with college, church and music class that I had no time to get anything personal done. But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life is awesome&lt;/span&gt;. So is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having some &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; with studies in my previous sem. If you've seen my good friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yih Ning&lt;/span&gt;'s blog, we have a huge problem with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Argh! Well, I am very close to failing but I had help from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; (He is DAMN PRO!) and well, sat for my finals. Guess what!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I could answer very damned question. Praise the lord man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I promised pictures will be uploaded but I just simply do not have the will to upload it. Please endure with my laziness! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun hanging out with the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once again &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Read previous blogs to figure them out)&lt;/span&gt;. Finally, the whole group got together to hang out before everyone left for another round of studies &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(minus the ones stuck in Penang - we already have to suffer here)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I wanna give a shout out to a certain guy. I don't know if you still read my blog or not, but if you do, I wanna say that &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I am very sorry&lt;/span&gt; for acting like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;b****&lt;/span&gt;. Please forgive me. Just went through a moody moment in life. Hope that there isn't anymore issue between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I better get going and try to cram whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt; that is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral&lt;/span&gt; into my head and try to score for this exam. Sad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-1495779514134715835?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/1495779514134715835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=1495779514134715835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1495779514134715835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1495779514134715835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/10/yo.html' title='Yo!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7438034716849899207</id><published>2009-09-30T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:08:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey!!! Missed me? Bet ya have. haha. It has been super busy and I've been super lazy to blog. So sorry for MIA! Let's see what has happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm Top 3 for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEGi Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (Amazing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was Top 3 for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prom Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (But I chose Idol... awww)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coming up and I'm here blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate college algebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (hopefully, I won't fail)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just finished my assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides that, nothing really interesting in life. I shall upload the videos for Prom King/Queen/Idol next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-7438034716849899207?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7438034716849899207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7438034716849899207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7438034716849899207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7438034716849899207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7419179104421087955</id><published>2009-05-27T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:47:09.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, finals are over (Hip hip Hurray!) and camps are coming up (SEGi Malacca Camp and CEC Camp). Can't wait for both. One after the other. Gonna be fun. Anyways, what has been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gregsson's&lt;/span&gt; farewell BBQ (We'll miss you man)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma's Birthday Lunch (Took her out to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - oohh, expensive)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gonna play for BEC Mass tomorrow with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The best that can be blogged about was the day after finals. After Bio, we all left to eat lunch at New World Park. Later, we decided to go bowling. Can't you believe that it is only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;RM3.50&lt;/span&gt; for everything? (The wonders of student card). Not only that, we ended at 2 and decided to go watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was FUNNY! My iPhone isn't working so I did not have any pictures to show for it. I hope that it will be fixed before the camps so I can upload pictures for all! (Or just steal from the others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The second thing is... (dramatic music) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GAVE MY VERY FIRST SESSION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was scary yet a good experience. It was a team thing so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ben Han&lt;/span&gt; did half of it. The session was about the Holy Spirit, what He is and His fruit. The rest of the JY Gathering when on as usual. Ice Breakers, Session and ends with Praise and Worship. Overall, for a one week preparation thing, we did quite well (including the fact that it was exam week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Besides that, I guess I have to jog my memory a bit before I can write about more of it, details and all the other stuff. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-7419179104421087955?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7419179104421087955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7419179104421087955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7419179104421087955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7419179104421087955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello EVERYONE!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7801948094661788194</id><published>2009-05-13T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:09:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The will has died</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey fellow bloggers. I am here announcing that I am taking a break from blogging. After everything has died down a bit. Finals and all. So I'll update you soon. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-7801948094661788194?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7801948094661788194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7801948094661788194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7801948094661788194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7801948094661788194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-has-died.html' title='The will has died'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-3689366138744192565</id><published>2009-04-29T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:56:38.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motobikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>What's wrong with the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we were supposed to do our BIO journal. So, I had to take Pik Ying to Hsin house. Before that, Hsin asked us to buy satay for her, so as we turned to the crossroad, I went, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh shit..." &lt;/span&gt;The whole place was filled with cars. I mean, all turning into the same place. I couldn't even cross over. So when they stopped moving for a while, I squeezeed my way through on my bike. As I was moving forward, the car in front of me moved. Guess what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bloody car behind went forward, banging me down in process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I mean, come on. How blind can you be? I was in front, and within a few seconds I would have moved anyways. Can't you just wait for a moment or two? It is not like you had a dying patient in the car, rushing her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I thank God though. Ying wasn't hurt that bad. Just a few scratches on her hand. After that, I realised that I never prayed before leaving the house on my bike, thinking that I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pro &lt;/span&gt;enough to ride the bike without God's guidance. My bad on that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No love today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-3689366138744192565?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/3689366138744192565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=3689366138744192565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3689366138744192565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3689366138744192565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-with-world.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with the world?'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-2349379898097344782</id><published>2009-04-28T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:10:38.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHOOO~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;News just in : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I PASSED MY DRVING TEST&lt;/span&gt;! Wahahaha. Yesterday, on the verge of failing for tha road test. Bloody tester didn't see me adjust the side mirrors and wipers and all. Marked me wrong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teruk... &lt;/span&gt;So technically, any other mistake and I would have failed. Woo. Now waiting for 'P' licence. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-2349379898097344782?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/2349379898097344782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=2349379898097344782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2349379898097344782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2349379898097344782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahooo.html' title='WAHOOO~'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-48342619850609619</id><published>2009-04-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:07:45.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLA (I'm Bored!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do...and please do not spoil the fun. Create a new note, copy and paste this message, delete my answers and type in yours. Then tag a few good friends and family INCLUDING the person who tagged you. The theory is that you will learn one new thing about each of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES I GO BY&lt;br /&gt;1. Adele&lt;br /&gt;2. Emily&lt;br /&gt;3. Li Ying (not often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE JOBS I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;1. Selling Printers&lt;br /&gt;2. Babysitting (no pay... lol)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ummm, work for God through the church (The best Job!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES I HAVE LIVED&lt;br /&gt;1. Penang&lt;br /&gt;2. KL&lt;br /&gt;3. Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE TV SHOWS THAT I CAN'T MISS&lt;br /&gt;1. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES I HAVE BEEN&lt;br /&gt;1. Australia - Gold Coast&lt;br /&gt;2. Australia - Sydney&lt;br /&gt;3. Thailand - Phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;1. America&lt;br /&gt;2. Britain&lt;br /&gt;3. Australia (again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF MY FAVORITE FOODS&lt;br /&gt;1. Pasta&lt;br /&gt;2. Western Food&lt;br /&gt;3. Nasi Kandar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO&lt;br /&gt;1. College&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing my Family (in KL! We miss you!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Seeing my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PETS THAT YOU HAVE OWNED&lt;br /&gt;1. Dog&lt;br /&gt;2. Dog&lt;br /&gt;3. Wild Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FRIENDS WHO WILL REPLY&lt;br /&gt;1. Catherine&lt;br /&gt;2. Patrice&lt;br /&gt;3. hmmm, Tiffany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE BANDS/SINGERS&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue&lt;br /&gt;2. David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;3. Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE TEAMS TO WATCH&lt;br /&gt;1. I&lt;br /&gt;2. Hate&lt;br /&gt;3. Football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE DRINKS&lt;br /&gt;1. WATER!&lt;br /&gt;2. Cow's Milk&lt;br /&gt;3. Teh Ais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tagged 3!&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/1725540824186979137-48342619850609619?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/48342619850609619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=48342619850609619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/48342619850609619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/48342619850609619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-heres-what-youre-supposed-to-do.html' title='BLA (I&apos;m Bored!)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5104462198393923824</id><published>2009-04-13T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:36:36.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College! (part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha, anyone that is good in this type of stuff, please teach me. I should actually create a new blog just for college. Guys, I will upload my notes so that you all can take it (not sure where - HTB page or my blog) when I have completed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an outing in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New World Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch before class started on Friday (Good Friday, therefore, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FASTING... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while they eat mouth watering food =P) at 12. So anyways, we got there courtesy of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Aihsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her car. Inside was her boyfriend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Owen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pikying&lt;/span&gt; and me. Once again, this is a post where pictures tell more than words (la di da, you know the drill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgUzjY7-I/AAAAAAAAAME/HNXDLCHgCrU/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgUzjY7-I/AAAAAAAAAME/HNXDLCHgCrU/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323853251313463266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Wei, enough ah, later I'll cucuk you! (to Owen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgUteGLGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OdzEsaOc-h4/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgUteGLGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OdzEsaOc-h4/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323853249680649314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Gossip gossip gossip... Haih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the left, Yee Chian and Stefenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgUIi3RrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PwnPNUODcAA/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgUIi3RrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PwnPNUODcAA/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323853239768532658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile, Wern!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgTyMGOwI/AAAAAAAAALs/icEA9mqXNfI/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgTyMGOwI/AAAAAAAAALs/icEA9mqXNfI/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323853233767463682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai Li and Yee Chian : Competition between the length of the mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgTvMw8BI/AAAAAAAAALk/-Hgjs4LsNrE/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgTvMw8BI/AAAAAAAAALk/-Hgjs4LsNrE/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323853232964956178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin murdering the chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjYZ39ZkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KzkZ5RJSJLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjYZ39ZkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KzkZ5RJSJLQ/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323856611674777154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Pikying and Sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjYfvPwyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eheAMbzt_G8/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjYfvPwyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eheAMbzt_G8/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323856613248844578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally candid moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjXYJlFvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q3wu6Yu574w/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjXYJlFvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q3wu6Yu574w/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323856594031941362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owen, lost in thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjXAP2zZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HgBsvRLrit0/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIjXAP2zZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HgBsvRLrit0/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323856587615817106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Total funny yet disturbing moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIk5ghajQI/AAAAAAAAANE/NAYAllSS6jA/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIk5ghajQI/AAAAAAAAANE/NAYAllSS6jA/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323858279906577666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The one laughing) Aanand and Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIk5CzkO0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9eA2cQ9TTVU/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIk5CzkO0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9eA2cQ9TTVU/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323858271929645890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faster take pic before I (Jim) fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIk5TKvRZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7ZnhTA-etZE/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIk5TKvRZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7ZnhTA-etZE/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323858276321805714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;College Gang (with me as photographer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1725540824186979137-5104462198393923824?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5104462198393923824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5104462198393923824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5104462198393923824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5104462198393923824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-part-3.html' title='College! (part 3)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeIgUzjY7-I/AAAAAAAAAME/HNXDLCHgCrU/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-3181617562182356697</id><published>2009-04-13T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:41:04.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness has overcome me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why? Cause I just missed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concert in Sunway Lagoon Ampliteather. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Daniel Lee&lt;/span&gt; was also the opening act. You know the worst part? I actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't drive down to KL on Wednesday to pick it up. How stupid and inconsiderate DiGi is to send tickets and make them collect it from a different state on a WEEKDAY! That's sucks. I was reading the article just now and I felt my heart literally tear. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6000 fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were able to see him and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, it was replaced for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; of singing the responserial psalm for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easter Vigil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So all is not lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love (to David Archuleta too!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-3181617562182356697?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/3181617562182356697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=3181617562182356697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3181617562182356697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3181617562182356697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/sadness-has-overcome-me.html' title='Sadness has overcome me...'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5206638491485819007</id><published>2009-04-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:53:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Renewed (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  OK, this is the plan from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everytime where you want to 'merajuk' and break friendship, I'll let you. But with that, you will be allowing me to post on my blog everytime you want to renew the friendship. The title for this particular post is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Friendship Renewed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;followed by whatever time it was that you did that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Honestly, I am not doing this to hurt you or anything, but you have got to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;kill that habit&lt;/span&gt; of yours. Mainly cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it is not nice&lt;/span&gt;. Especially to me. If you want to merajuk and all, I'll allow that, but breaking up friendships is so not worth it. What if this time, I really take it to heart and won't allow anymore communication with you? What will happen then? Cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I don't wanna lose you as a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I won't include your name. I won't include your details. For all you know, you might be a college mate or something. Privacy is certain. I just want you to know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I care about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I really don't know any other way to overcome this ever irritating process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love (especially to you),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-5206638491485819007?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5206638491485819007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5206638491485819007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5206638491485819007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5206638491485819007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship-renewed-again.html' title='Friendship Renewed (again)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-4448526414129839046</id><published>2009-04-12T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:42:59.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My recent post was deleted because apparently, the issue have been settled. So, I guess, all's fair in love and war. It finally hit me, when I am angry of furious, my command of English improves. Maybe I should start feeling mad more often when doing English assignments. Anyways, I would have kept the post but since she didn't want it to resurface anymore, I erased it from all existance... (comments included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, what has happened recently was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maunde (or is it y) Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy Saturday (a.k.a. Easter Vigil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the day where I overslept and couldn't make it to church. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maunde Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, we went to church and mass was usual. Finally after Thanksgiving, the Blessed Sacrament was moved to the hall for adoration. The Hall will be opened till 12am. For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;, it is the day where Jesus died for us on the cross. My all time favourite verse is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;John 3:16-17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; so loved the world that he g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;His only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;, so that everyone who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believes in Him &lt;/span&gt;will have eternal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;did not send His son into the world to be its judge, but to be its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;saviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeH7heSVYhI/AAAAAAAAALc/twwwPcAiaGc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeH7heSVYhI/AAAAAAAAALc/twwwPcAiaGc/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323812787012854290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easter Vigil&lt;/span&gt;, we had four readings. Three from the old testament and one from the new. The first one was from the book of Genesis. How God first created the world. (How within six days, He managed to 'gao tim' everything when I can't even finish my Bio assignment. Two words for Him, Ho LIAO!) the next reading was about Moses. (My concentration was slipping already as my nerves started to act up.) And I know that the third reading was something to do with the book of Isiah but I didn't even pay attention. One reason. I was supposed to sing the responserial psalm for that reading. There were so many people in church. But all is well. Sure, my voice did waiver. But then, even Uncle John said that my voice was crisp. (Claps hands and feels proud while grinning like an idiot) Andre recorded the thing, so I will want to have a copy of it. I feel very proud of it. Cool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the mass was nearly the same, minus the litany of the saints, baptism and confirmation of RCIA candidates and singing of mass rights. By the way, congratulations to Dylan TITUS Yeoh and Jack Ong. Welcome to the catholic church! For the final hymn, we sang three songs (Jesus Christ is Risen Today, God Lives in Me and Celebrate Jesus Celebrate) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today, we had lunch at Little Cottage with the family for Easter. After that, we went to Island Plaza for the book fair where we bought RM500 worth of books. Can you believe that? I think all together there were about 40 books bought. Loads of reading to do. Came home all exhausted and took a cat nap for bout one hour before going out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For something not related to the Holy Week, yesterday &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edelyn&lt;/span&gt; and me went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ronda-ing&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my bike. The furthest I've ever been. I felt so free. Got to catch up with her life and vice versa. We talked alot but no pictures were taken. Sad. Any other eventful news? Ummm... mostly preparation for Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OH YEAH! I am starting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;driving lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. One more step into becoming a young adult and a menance on the road! Haha. (ok, it is a bit pathetic to laugh at your own joke) Can't wait to drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-4448526414129839046?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/4448526414129839046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=4448526414129839046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4448526414129839046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4448526414129839046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week.html' title='Holy Week'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SeH7heSVYhI/AAAAAAAAALc/twwwPcAiaGc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7429613055480490424</id><published>2009-04-09T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:55:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Questioneer~</title><content type='html'>1. Who is/are your best girl friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel/s and Carissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If someone were to tell you they like you right now, would you care?&lt;br /&gt;Depending on that someone... If it is you that I am looking for out there, just tell me if you like me, alright? I will definitely say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where did you last sleep other than your house?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I think it was Febuary in Wisma Lingori for the OMPH Follow up camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Not a, but many. We all are very close and I love them to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, unless I want to kill myself with asthma, I rather not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you remember what you were like when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;(Looking at some answers that they give, I have to shake my head. Why are you so negative?) I was clumsy and cute! Humpty Dumpty. Every where I go, I'll fall. For no apparent reason. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can you vote for the next election?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The total silence of the night and the occasional beep on my Facebook indicating that someone is talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When will your next kiss be?&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right and when I'm truly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. Before that, why rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, no one. I just spent a lot of time with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Ehhe, by accident. And camps. Sleepover meaning same room? either way, the OMPH follow up was in one big room, so no choice. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother Helena&lt;/span&gt; was there, so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;Hug? Ummm, On Monday? Or yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you date smart people?&lt;br /&gt;I did. Everyone is smart in their own way. Why codemn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where were you at 2:02pm this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, At home watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What does the last text in your phone says?&lt;br /&gt;Faster la why so slow - William Baptist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Not really a lot. When I feel that it would be cute if I included it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Not recently. The last time I changed was 2 years ago cause I didn't want to wear the skirt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who did you last eat with?&lt;br /&gt;The gang (Kenneth, Babe, William, Greg and Jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you text alot?&lt;br /&gt;It is seasonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old will you be in 13 months?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you tattooed?&lt;br /&gt;I am a very good girl that don't approve of this type of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you like that person will you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it to my close friends. They will tell me their opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;Learning new stuff about music, learning in College, making new friends, helping out in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Will you talk to the person you like tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I will and I did. But then again, I don't think I like anyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, no. I am bored stiff, the reason of me doing this and no one is chatting with me online cause they all are busy. Ah well, still it is good and healthy to smile so... *BIG SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stuff to repay my parents kindness for me throughout the years. And then my sister. Then probably belanja my friends and finally buy something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with? What was it about?&lt;br /&gt;David. About how bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was driving the last car you were in?&lt;br /&gt;Babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who was the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;My maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really. Maybe a little attention from anyone willing to give me their time of day (in this case, night. 2.30 to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What if you married the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA! NO WAY MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I think I would rather die then marry him. (Sorry, I know he is my friend, but HONESTLY?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever kissed your number 1 on facebook?&lt;br /&gt;My number one? If it is in Top Friends, then no, cause she is a girl. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When was the last time you cried? And why?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was last week. Cause I watched Marley and Me. (Yes, guys, I did cry! Laugh if you want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever kissed someone who's name starts with an A?&lt;br /&gt;My dad. On the cheek. His name is Adrian. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is there one person who can make you feel better no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, three people. Ken, Babe and Rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was ... Eh, I can't remember. We are sharing peace. So I'll say, the whole cantor group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What were you doing at 2:00 am last night?&lt;br /&gt;Watching a movie and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you cried today ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What bed did you sleep in last night ?&lt;br /&gt;OMG! A stranger's. I was drunk and I guess stuff happened. (Lol, that will never happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you currently frustrated with a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever talked to someone that was high?&lt;br /&gt;Heh, they didn't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Does it snow where you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;How. I. WISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. When is the next time you will see your grandma?&lt;br /&gt;When she finally decides to come back and live in Penang! Stop spending time with my cous, I MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you kissed or hugged someone today ?&lt;br /&gt;Kissed, my mom. Hugged, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Will you be married in the next two years ?&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad? I will still be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever wanted someone you thought that you couldn't have?&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you in a relationship, single, complicated, married, or engaged?&lt;br /&gt;I am single, available and HOT! (Ahem... never thought I would say that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. How have you felt today?&lt;br /&gt;Fun cause Rach came over to lepak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;Unique and rare. Who wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Are you happy at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What were you doing at 10:00pm last night ?&lt;br /&gt;I think I was online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Last person who drove you somewhere(besides your parents) ?&lt;br /&gt;Just told you. Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Ever kissed someone in a closet?&lt;br /&gt;Unless I ever want to suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you live alone ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. They will always be there for me. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Are you crazy ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But the good kinda crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who was the last person to call you dear?&lt;br /&gt;Call me dear? I don't think it was quite recent cause I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. How has this past week been for you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Last thing you drank ?&lt;br /&gt;Water and Teh Ais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you believe that every thing happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;Over time, I guess it would be my nature to forgive everyone that hurt me. I just can't stay angry at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;SEAFOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What do you normally order when you're at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;Spicy Chicken McDeluxe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;The Failed Marrige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Describe your mood.&lt;br /&gt;Internally laughing at my friend who sounds very pathetic right now. (seriously, how bad can you go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Describe the last time you were injured?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, when I fell off my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?&lt;br /&gt;None, cause I wouldn't want to bring misery to the other fella that was pushed into the well with me in the first place. And why on earth would I want to be stuck in a well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Rock Concert or Musical?&lt;br /&gt;Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you like taking the MRT?&lt;br /&gt;If I have too and when it is not crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. If you could only use a form of transportation..&lt;br /&gt;through air. (INFINITY AND BEYOND!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Whats your favorite kind of cake?&lt;br /&gt;Muffins! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Look 20 degrees to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Pencil Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you untie your shoes when you take it off?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kick them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you buy your own groceries?&lt;br /&gt;At times, I go to the nearest minimart to buy cream cheese. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. What's your favorite fruit?&lt;br /&gt;Banana. (If any of my friends see this, I'll die of humiliation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you like running long distances?&lt;br /&gt;Running? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Have you ever eaten snow?&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. What color is your bedsheet?&lt;br /&gt;Silky purple and light purple. My bolster is blue though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you hate someone very badly at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you watch Spongebob?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What temperature is it outside right now?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. I've been stuck in my room since ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you consider yourself smart?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But just not in the study way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. What language do you speak at home?&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. How do you feel about your family?&lt;br /&gt;The best anyone can offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. What time did you go to bed yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, 3 or 4 like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What CD is currently in your CD player?&lt;br /&gt;I never used a CD player for a long long time. But the last one was the tracks for Palm eve's Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;I have everything I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Favorite ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... tough. I think it would be Gold Medal Ribbon from Baskin Robbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What's the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT!&lt;/span&gt; They would pronounce E-del instead of A-dele. Some say Ade-leh on purpose while others say Adela Ohlala (actually only one calls me that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Lastly, whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Black and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-7429613055480490424?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7429613055480490424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7429613055480490424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7429613055480490424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7429613055480490424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-questioneer.html' title='Another Questioneer~'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-2437993640953828656</id><published>2009-04-09T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:58:46.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Short Story (Courtesy of assignments for Miss Sharon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magical Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Silently, they sneaked away from the party, from the noise.  Slowly they climbed up the small hill where they watched the party from a far. It was not enjoyable for the both of them. So they decided to talk, against the circumstances. They used to date for a while but it didn’t work out. There was miscommunication and things just fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why did we split in the first place?” Angel had asked. Tonight, they both had a wonderful time in each other company and mainly kept to themselves. It was exactly like old times. Except for the fact that Alex had a new girl in his life. No longer did they feel the uncomfortable silence when they first broke up. “We just didn’t get along well as a couple.” Alex muttered softly, “But we are still best friends.” A gust of cold wind in the summer night caused Angel to shiver slightly. He caught hold of her hands and held it tightly.  Immediately, she felt slight tingles running through her body as they finally had physical contact after so long. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But friends don’t do that... &lt;/span&gt;She thought as she gazed at his handsome profile when he looked down at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It was an extremely quiet except for the soft music playing in the background from the party. Being interested in music, she called at him and asked him to listen. She held out her hands and slowly grasped his. At first, he was reluctant to hold on to her but as the song progressed into the chorus, he held her tight. The lyrics of the song were beautiful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life is in your hands; my heart is in your keeping... &lt;/span&gt;She had longed for him to realise that she still loved him. That she still didn’t want to give up. He felt her emotions flowing as the song continued.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m never without hope, not when my future is with you... &lt;/span&gt;At that point, he realised that he had subconsciously interlaced fingers with Angel. Her eyes were still closed as she continued flowing with the music. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life is in your hands, and though I may not see clearly...&lt;/span&gt;  He looked at her when he felt her watching him and he took her in his arms. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will lift my voice and sing, ‘cause your love does amazing things, I trust in you; my life is in your hands.&lt;/span&gt; He saw the tears welling up in her eyes as he embraced her. She wept silently into his chest, wishing that they were still together but she knew better. She was not the type that will chase after guys that were already taken. And she did not want to start now. By that time, her tears were rolling down as she continued to look away from him. I trust in you; my life is in your hands. The song slowly faded away and he saw her mouthing the last words to him. His heart skipped a few beats as he moved further away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He wiped her eyes gently and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His lips lingered a little longer then it should and he pushed her face as he look into her eyes. “Do you want it?” He muttered, staring at her lips. “Friends do not do that...” she continued, unable to look at him anymore. Right now, she wanted to run away and never look back before she does something irrational. “We are more than just friends, Angie... You know that.” She shook her head, saying that he had a girlfriend and that he should be loyal. Slowly, he sighed and sat on the grassy slopes and indicated for her to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For a moment, he looked lost in thought as he tried to find the words to explain himself. The next few minutes passed by in silence as she waited for him to start speaking first. While looking out at the view, he muttered, “We broke up last night. You were right. We were never as good as when you and I were together. She didn’t understand that I still loved you.” He paused, his green eyes changing hues, giving his emotions away. “We shouldn’t have given up and let it all go. We should have worked things out. I was stupid and foolish to believe that anyone else could have replaced you. I was afraid of speaking to you after that argument.” With that, he took hold of her hands and pulled her closer to him. On impulse, she laid her head softly on his chest, wishing that this moment in time could be frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “But what if things don’t work out? I can’t go through the pain I felt these past few months again, Al.” She moved away from him and started to get up. “You don’t know how hard it was for me, seeing you with someone else. I’m finally over it. Over you. Why now? Do you think that this is just a game? Cause I don’t. And I definitely don’t find this funny.” Slowly, she started to climb down the hill. Her shoe slipped on some sand and she fell. Immediately, Alex ran to her and helped her up. At first, she thought that she could get up by herself and refused his help but the pain in her ankle denied her the chance. The stress build up inside her frail body escaped as she wept into him for the second time that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I promise not to hurt you again. I want this to last as much as you do. And I am serious.” Alex muttered. While he moved in to kiss her and this time, she didn’t resist. After a while, he gasped, “I love you.” Her eyes bore into his and she hesitated. He pushed her hair back from her face and gave her another kiss. “I. Love. You.” He repeated after each kiss. They lay on their backs, looking up at the stars after a while, Angel still not replying him. She wanted so much to say that she still loved him. Her heart had soared when he finally said those words to her. “They’re beautiful.” She whispered, referring to the stars. “Yes, you are.” She turned to find him and found him looking directly at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He held her hand and gave her a small kiss on her cheek. “I don’t want to force you into anything. Just take your time. I will wait. Even if it takes a lifetime because you are worth it.” His lips were still lingering on her cheek while he said that and she turned her head towards him, their mouths meeting. “I love you so much, Alex.” At those very words, he hugged her tightly and showered her with kisses. The both of them knew their mistakes in the past and vowed silently never to repeat them again. For they do not want to lose each other anymore.&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/1725540824186979137-2437993640953828656?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/2437993640953828656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=2437993640953828656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2437993640953828656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/2437993640953828656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-short-story-courtesy-of.html' title='Another Short Story (Courtesy of assignments for Miss Sharon)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5551546831514059115</id><published>2009-04-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:40:56.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Eve Mass (4 Apr 09)</title><content type='html'>Well, yeah, that time of year again. Playing for mass, singing responserial psalm, watching the dance and all. ANIMATED BY THE YOUTHS OF CHS! It was all hard work and pretty much exhausting. In the morning, we didn't have time to practice the whole thing once through and I got pretty worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzhAvdQSzI/AAAAAAAAALM/FtyKppJbY2g/s1600-h/2672_77142967577_546117577_2432702_7162343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzhAvdQSzI/AAAAAAAAALM/FtyKppJbY2g/s320/2672_77142967577_546117577_2432702_7162343_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376262500502322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The very tired Felicia after a practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But when 6pm came, the mass was running smoothly. (Of course, Andre was right beside us fixing things when things go wrong.) It started with Save us. I was playing the piano while Adrian was on guitar and Mark S was on drums. We had to play the intro so many times before the dancers actually came in and we were making faces at each other. After that was the first reading and *dramatic music* the responserial psalm. Honestly, people said that I did good and one of my friend's mom said that I had an angelic voice. (Sigh, happy feelings the whole way). Next was the second reading and then 'Speak O Lord'. The long gospel came and we stood throughout the whole thing. Sure there were some mispronounciation but overall, it was alright. The homily was after that. Felicia played for Still while the rest accompanied her on the other instrument. Next was I Give You My Heart and I messed up the first part of the song by playing the wrong instrument on my keyboard. I had to change it a few times and finally got to Piano when the singers started singing. LOL! And at the last line, the singers forgot to sing, leaving me singing alto alone. But luckily, they came in at "Lord have Your way in me." It sounded like it was planned so we just 'buat tak tahu'. Next was al the mass rights which Felicia mostly played and communion hymn was up. At the Cross never sounded more beautiful. Edelyn started singing it and slowly I came in with the alto part. The third verse, the cantors joined in and it was very nice. Give thanks was next and we played a slightly Jazz version with me playing a sax tune. Finally, after the final blessing, we ended with God is Good and all of us had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzhAqZVjyI/AAAAAAAAALU/mOfnQfrSdcw/s1600-h/n651924923_2513109_4352574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzhAqZVjyI/AAAAAAAAALU/mOfnQfrSdcw/s320/n651924923_2513109_4352574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376261141892898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole gang! (Mark, why aren't you doing anything?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  We had group pictures taken after that and it was off to the Seder Meal in the first floor classroom. And that, my fellow readers, is another tale to be told by itself, including bittergourd and salt water. (*shudders* It didn't taste too good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzhAQmPmZI/AAAAAAAAALE/mPCNAcGozYI/s1600-h/n651924923_2513259_6389288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzhAQmPmZI/AAAAAAAAALE/mPCNAcGozYI/s320/n651924923_2513259_6389288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376254216706450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During the Seder Meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-5551546831514059115?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5551546831514059115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5551546831514059115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5551546831514059115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5551546831514059115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/palm-eve-mass-4-apr-09.html' title='Palm Eve Mass (4 Apr 09)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzhAvdQSzI/AAAAAAAAALM/FtyKppJbY2g/s72-c/2672_77142967577_546117577_2432702_7162343_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-3352977394095105057</id><published>2009-04-09T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:15:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College! (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Well, the game we played was 20 questions. We had to figure out what Miss Sharon career was. Stuff like shadow and zoo keeper came out and it was pretty hilarious. Besides that, we took a break and continued with playing Taboo. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My group (Team A) won by a landslide! haha. Actually a mere 20 points. I realised that I was a better guesser than giving the clues. Everyone had fun. After that, we (Aihsin, Aanand, Yee Chian, Carina and me) went for lunch at Gurney. First we shopped at Popular for matching exercise books for Miss Sharon's class in order to confuse her by not writing our names. We even met William there. (Sorry Will if I was rude to you. Didn't do it on purpose) Then, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKAN TIME&lt;/span&gt; at Nando's. The guy serving us had a more particular interest in Aanand and kept talking to him. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About the incident with Sin, well, ahha, we got lost on our way to Queensbay. We ended up in town, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how it came about that way. We actually missed one turning and poof, we are in the wrong direction. The same thing nearly happened when we wanted to go to E-Gate. We missed the turning and ended up going back to Island Park. It was funny. Oh yeah, during that process, I won two tickets to David Archuleta's concert at Sunway. Too bad, I can't make it cause I had to collect the tickets by tomorrow in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNWAY PIRAMID!&lt;/span&gt; It was no way that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, besides that, all is well in the wonderful College life that I have. And no way do I miss school at all. Ah, I've included a picture with all my friends I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzbZNTfS4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4IqP_yP1nvk/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzbZNTfS4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4IqP_yP1nvk/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322370085759699842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All for one and one for all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-3352977394095105057?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/3352977394095105057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=3352977394095105057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3352977394095105057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/3352977394095105057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-part-2.html' title='College! (part 2)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SdzbZNTfS4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4IqP_yP1nvk/s72-c/mail.google.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-96707302304486140</id><published>2009-04-07T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:25:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College!</title><content type='html'>Hohoho. Right now, I'm in college waiting for my ever loved lecturer to start the class. It is already 9.21 and she is still roaming the streets of SEGi (AWESOME COLLEGE). Anyways, had quizes for Bio from Mr. David and Miss Sharon asked to write a movie review. -.- It was the KNOWING and it was really good. Anyway, now we have a game to play so, will tell you about that later. And about our little incident about us going to Queensbay. (Aihsin and me) Haha. It is actually quite exciting. And very funny. I guess I just proved my parents right when they say that my sense of direction is pretty bad. Cheers. Class is starting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-96707302304486140?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/96707302304486140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=96707302304486140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/96707302304486140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/96707302304486140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/04/college.html' title='College!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1601508912298904174</id><published>2009-03-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:12:49.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, it has been a LONG TIME. Why? I have no clue. Maybe I am just downright lazy. Maybe cause I have loads of things to do. Maybe... I just don't know. Recently, what has been happening is... (drumroll please) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I STARTED COLLEGE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty cool. Actually, way better than high school. No b*tches and mainly all around great people. I started on 23rd March. With bio. My lecturer's name is David and. It was just an introduction to Bio so no heavy stuff. Still have some assignments to do. Pictures of lecturers and the campus soon (when I finally get off my arse to take the pictures). Today was English Basic Compositon 101. It was taught by Miss Sharon which on our first day with her, gave us a 1000-1500 word essay about the effects of global warming and environmental degradation to tourism. We had to write to Mother Nature. It was also in conjunction of the 60 earth hour where we will switch off all lights on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 March from 8.30-9.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So guys, please do join us in saving the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/VISTAA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/VISTAA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/ScjZwL1dsUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S046BX10qO4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/ScjZwL1dsUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S046BX10qO4/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316738781944852802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides college, I also got my new keyboard!!! It is a Yamaha PSR-S700. It is so FUN! So for palm eve, the keyboard will be used.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/ScjbSo3E7UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mG5xfMn5aPI/s1600-h/506195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/ScjbSo3E7UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mG5xfMn5aPI/s320/506195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316740473363426626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, SPM results out. It was quite, ummm, alright. Average. And yeah, I might have been disappointed last time, but now I thank God for giving my grades. At least now I am in college and Yes, I am going to work my arse off into succeeding. Cheers! Anyways, besides that, I am still helping out in church and doing assignment and just living my life. I have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful family, great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and right now, an &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AWESOME L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;IFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't change it for the world. Yes, I have been short tempered recently, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to anyone that I hurt. Honestly, I didn't mean any of it. Just too much tension (like what Brian and Adrian said). So right now, I might not be able to blog that much anymore. But I will keep whoever that is interested updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-1601508912298904174?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/1601508912298904174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=1601508912298904174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1601508912298904174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1601508912298904174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/ScjZwL1dsUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S046BX10qO4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-9141810305083212090</id><published>2009-03-02T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:08:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're tagged, you gotta write 100 Truths about yourself! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage → Ice water&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call → Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Last text message → Rachel Ng&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to → Super Trouper - ABBA&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried → Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Dated someone twice →nope&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on → Nearly&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it → Not at that time&lt;br /&gt;Lost someone special→ My Grandmother (Father's side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Fallen out of love → Never was in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried → YES!&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life → not in the past month. March just started&lt;br /&gt;Found out someone was talking about you → In a bad way? Not recently&lt;br /&gt;How many people on your top friends do you know in real life? → All except one.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets → Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to change your name → Not change but maybe add my middle name in officially&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today → 10.56am&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night → On the internet&lt;br /&gt;Name something you cannot wait for → &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yamaha Keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw your father → Last night&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you wish you could change → Not have the flu&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Ummm... nope&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now → &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My FLU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your real name → Adele Khor Li Ying&lt;br /&gt;Elementary/Primary School → Bluebells/SRK Convent Green Lane&lt;br /&gt;Secondary School → SMK Convent Green LaneHigh School&lt;br /&gt;College → Soon to be SeGi College&lt;br /&gt;Hair color → Blue Black with Red highlights&lt;br /&gt;Long or short → long&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak → Hate getting dirty. For food, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty → Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;First surgery → Taking a sist out of my right elbow&lt;br /&gt;First piercing → Ears&lt;br /&gt;First best friend → &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined → Too long ago&lt;br /&gt;First pet → Dog&lt;br /&gt;First vacation → can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;Eating → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Drinking → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting → For nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;Want kids? → Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?→Eventually&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind? → Psychology/Mass Comm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;Drank Wine/Beer/alcohol → Of Course&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses/contacts → Contacts&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home → Nope&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart → &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested →Hmm, too good to be arrested&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died → Never lost someone very close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;Yourself → Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Miracles → Yes. Waiting for one to happen now&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight → I believe that love only happens when cultivated over time. Or else, it is just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;puppy love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven → Yes&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date→ Cheek, maybe&lt;br /&gt;Angels → Yes. We each have a guardian angel, you know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Of course&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → No way man&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? → YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-9141810305083212090?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/9141810305083212090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=9141810305083212090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/9141810305083212090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/9141810305083212090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-tagged-you-gotta-write-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-4371220592838753994</id><published>2009-03-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:03:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test your wits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Set windows media player on random/ipod on shuffle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Post the first line of the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. When someone guesses a song correctly, put their name and the song name in parentheses next to the lyric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Using Google or other search engines to look up the lyrics is cheating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. If you INSIST on going to look it up, don't bother writing it on here, the whole point is I'm interested to see who knows what, any idiot can use search engines.                                                  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Lord, I come to You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Light of the world, You stepped down into darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.The first Nowell, the angels did say (this is too easy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The First Nowell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Kevin Leong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Used to be that I believed in something, used to be that I believed in love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Buddy you're boy that make a big noise, playing in the street gonna be a big man someday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.Each time the wind blows, I hear you voice so I call your name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Head underwater and you tell me to breathe easy for a while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love song, Sara Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I think I did it again, I made you believe we are more than just friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oops, I did it again, Britney Spears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Empty spaces fills me up with holes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Incomplete, Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Rachel Ooi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Out here in the field, I fight for my meals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Would you danced, if I asked you to dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Save the last dance for me, Michael Buble&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. If you changed your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take a chance on me, ABBA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Do you do you have a first aid kit in handy (ehm, not really sure)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Damaged, Danity Kane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Rachel Ooi, Edelyn Chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and I am home bound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A Thousand Miles, Vanessa Carlton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Rachel Ooi, Edelyn Chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Angkatlah suaramu, puji dan serukan name Yesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. To really love a woman, to understand her, you got know her deep inside &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. I closed up from love, I didn't need the pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Every nation, every tribe, comes together, to worship You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Cruel to the eye, I see the way he makes you smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Lord You are good and Your mercy endures forever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Yours, Jason Mraz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. You are my strength when I am weak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. I've always been the kind of girl that hid my face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This is Me, Demi Lovato&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Rachel Ooi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. You called me from the room in your hotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. I guess I should have known better to believe that my luck could change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. I closed the door, like so many time, so many times before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Your honour please, gotta believe what I say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;All Rise, Blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Rachel Ooi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. I don't know your face, no more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. My Jesus, my saviour, Lord there is none like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shout to the Lord, Darlene Zchesche&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Super Trouper, lights are gonna find me, but I won't feel blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super Trouper, ABBA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Edelyn Chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come on, guys! Try it out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-4371220592838753994?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/4371220592838753994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=4371220592838753994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4371220592838753994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4371220592838753994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/03/test-your-wits.html' title='Test your wits!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1868044142683371917</id><published>2009-03-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:34:41.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's B'day</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MOM! WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbFu9H7WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vHGEEiDkNLo/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbFu9H7WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vHGEEiDkNLo/s200/IMG_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296002359782754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo taken : 27 Feb 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  So, it was a Friday night and instead of going to Shalom today, I decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;spend time with my family&lt;/span&gt;. (yes, it has been a long time since I did that). So, the night before, I came home nearly at midnight, and had enough time to give my mom some fake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;roses&lt;/span&gt; for her birthday. Ok ok, back to the story at hand, the familia went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noodle Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where we had a late dinner as my sister, Kelly had tuition before that. So, of course there was some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talking, joking&lt;/span&gt; and of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt; (between me and my sister, D-U-H). Well, we finally decided on our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drink came first. (Once again, I will let the pictures do the talking as it is 3am in the morning and I am too lazy to type. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbGMAZKtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RBFBZz9x6XI/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbGMAZKtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RBFBZz9x6XI/s200/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296010158123730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom's drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peach lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbGLvYDcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zIUoOJBT8EA/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbGLvYDcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zIUoOJBT8EA/s200/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296010086747586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad's drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grape Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbFyC6VEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lFljB4OcUKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbFyC6VEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lFljB4OcUKQ/s200/IMG_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296003189363778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad 'inspecting' the drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbGY7ukDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ArJsqbQwTk4/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbGY7ukDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ArJsqbQwTk4/s200/IMG_0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308296013628215346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently, it was up to standard. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare6FJ2DsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aRp85jnw-4w/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare6FJ2DsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aRp85jnw-4w/s200/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308300200206798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, my dad's noodles. Right behind was TWO THUMBS UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare6he2HHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/AvTs65jKTbM/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare6he2HHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/AvTs65jKTbM/s200/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308300207811075186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom getting fed by her loving husband (winks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare5KyFfII/AAAAAAAAAJs/9Ifrnqbr9xY/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare5KyFfII/AAAAAAAAAJs/9Ifrnqbr9xY/s200/IMG_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308300184537889922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sis's BANANA SPLIT! Yummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare56EvVYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nHDMGjvVkdM/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare56EvVYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nHDMGjvVkdM/s200/IMG_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308300197232596354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom's soup noodles. (delicious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare5tieW0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P1G9oSFnVsc/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sare5tieW0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P1G9oSFnVsc/s200/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308300193867651906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My ever fantastic drink. Ice Age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarhcblQZlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uIIK0ZDvQWw/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarhcblQZlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uIIK0ZDvQWw/s200/IMG_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308302989366158930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My croissant with smoked turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarhcJt5svI/AAAAAAAAAKU/G2KitvDhA5c/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarhcJt5svI/AAAAAAAAAKU/G2KitvDhA5c/s200/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308302984570581746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha, the filling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Well, that was about it. We managed to catch up with each other's lives and everything. And I vow to spend more time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-1868044142683371917?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/1868044142683371917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=1868044142683371917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1868044142683371917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1868044142683371917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/03/moms-bday.html' title='Mom&apos;s B&apos;day'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SarbFu9H7WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vHGEEiDkNLo/s72-c/IMG_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1932320352492271693</id><published>2009-02-19T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:38:36.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing in QB</title><content type='html'>Last night, the gang (Helena, Ken, Babe, William, Carina, Mark and me) went for a movie outing. One of the rare social gathering which Helena planned. Haha. So, we met in church at about 7.00p.m. and waited to pick Ken up. In the process, we met David who was there for intercessory prayer meeting for SWYF. At around 7.45, we left for Ken's house to pick him up when we saw his car tuning in to their road. Helena, being Helena, went to chase after him (in the car). He was driving home really fast and Hel said that Ken was running away from us. But in the end, he was just late. His mom wan't too happy. Luckily, his mood wasn't spoilt and we left for QB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there to buy the tickets and decided where to eat. Ken suggested &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Manhattan Fish Market&lt;/span&gt;. We had about half an hour to eat as the movie would begin at 9.05. So, in the end, we were still a bit late for the movie and it was probably 10 minutes into it. Well, we watched "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;". Well, this would be a spoiler to all those that never watched it yet but this summary is taken from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The elderly Daisy (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cate_Blanchett" title="Cate Blanchett"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/a&gt;) is on her deathbed with her daughter Caroline (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Ormond" title="Julia Ormond"&gt;Julia Ormond&lt;/a&gt;) in a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Orleans" title="New Orleans"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/a&gt; hospital as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Katrina" title="Hurricane Katrina"&gt;Hurricane Katrina&lt;/a&gt; approaches in August 2005. Daisy tells the story of a blind clockmaker named Gateau (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elias_Koteas" title="Elias Koteas"&gt;Elias Koteas&lt;/a&gt;), who was commissioned to create a clock to hang in the New Orleans train station. After receiving news of his son's death in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I" title="World War I"&gt;World War I&lt;/a&gt;, he continued work on his clock, but intentionally designed it to run backward, in the hope that it would bring back those who died in the war. After her cryptic story, Daisy asks Caroline to read aloud from a diary containing photographs and postcards written by Benjamin Button (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brad_Pitt" title="Brad Pitt"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/a&gt;). Caroline begins to read as the story transitions to Benjamin's narration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On November 11, 1918, just as the people of New Orleans are celebrating the end of World War I, a baby boy is born with the appearance and physical maladies of an elderly man. The mother of the baby dies shortly after giving birth, and the father, Thomas Button, takes the baby and abandons him on the porch of a nursing home. Queenie (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taraji_P._Henson" title="Taraji P. Henson"&gt;Taraji P. Henson&lt;/a&gt;) and Tizzy (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahershalalhashbaz_Ali" title="Mahershalalhashbaz Ali"&gt;Mahershalalhashbaz Ali&lt;/a&gt;), a couple who work at the nursing home, find the baby. Queenie, who is unable to conceive, decides to take the baby in as her own, against Tizzy's wishes. She names the baby Benjamin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the course of the story, Benjamin begins to biologically grow younger. In 1930, while still appearing to be in his seventies, he meets a young girl named Daisy (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elle_Fanning" title="Elle Fanning"&gt;Elle Fanning&lt;/a&gt;), whose grandmother lives in the nursing home. The children play together and listen to Daisy's grandmother read from a storybook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few years later, Benjamin goes to work on a tugboat on the docks of New Orleans for Captain Mike (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jared_Harris" title="Jared Harris"&gt;Jared Harris&lt;/a&gt;). In their free time, the captain takes him to brothels and bars. For the first time, Benjamin meets Thomas Button, who does not reveal that he is Benjamin's father. Later, Benjamin leaves New Orleans with the tugboat crew for a long-term work engagement; Daisy asks him to send her postcards from his travels, which Benjamin does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During a stay in Russia, Benjamin meets a British woman named Elizabeth Abbott (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tilda_Swinton" title="Tilda Swinton"&gt;Tilda Swinton&lt;/a&gt;) and falls in love with her; Daisy is visibly hurt to receive this news via postcard. Elizabeth is already married, but she has an affair with Benjamin. The fling ends the day after the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_Pearl_Harbor" title="Attack on Pearl Harbor"&gt;Pearl Harbor attack&lt;/a&gt;, when Elizabeth abruptly departs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benjamin gets caught up in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II" title="World War II"&gt;World War II&lt;/a&gt; when Captain Mike's boat and crew are enlisted by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Navy" title="United States Navy"&gt;United States Navy&lt;/a&gt;. After engaging a German &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U-boat" title="U-boat"&gt;U-boat&lt;/a&gt; in battle, Captain Mike and most of the sailors perish. After this, Benjamin, after seeing a hummingbird, sees death in a different way, as opposed to the retirement home where death seemed more natural.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1945, Benjamin returns to New Orleans, and learns that Daisy has become a successful dancer in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City" title="New York City"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt;. When he travels there to meet Daisy at a performance, he finds Daisy has fallen in love with a fellow dancer, David, and tries to accept that their lives have separated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benjamin again meets Thomas Button, who is dying. Thomas reveals to Benjamin that he is his father and bequeaths all of his assets to Benjamin, including the house and the family button-making business. Benjamin eventually makes peace with his father before the elder Button dies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daisy's dance career is ended by a car accident in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris" title="Paris"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt;. When Benjamin goes to see her, Daisy is amazed at his youthful appearance, but frustrated at her own injuries, turns him away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1962, Daisy returns to New Orleans and meets Benjamin again. Now the same physical age, they fall in love and move in together. They experience the 1960s together, in large part blissfully but increasingly aware of Benjamin growing younger while Daisy grows older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After Daisy gives birth to a girl, Caroline, Benjamin, believing he cannot be a father to his daughter due to his reverse aging, and not wanting to burden Daisy with having to raise two children, sells his belongings, and leaves them to Daisy and Caroline before leaving them both to travel the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reading this account in the hospital room of 2005, Caroline learns that Benjamin is her father. She is upset that Daisy took such a long time to inform her of this, but finds that Benjamin sent her a postcard from everywhere for each of her birthdays expressing his love for his daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1980, Benjamin, now looking like a young man, returns to meet Daisy in her dance studio. The aging Daisy is now married to Robert Williams, a kind man who supports her well, to Benjamin's relief. Daisy introduces Benjamin to Robert and the 12-year-old Caroline as a long-time family friend. Daisy and Benjamin then meet privately in Benjamin's hotel where they share their passion for each other, but they mutually realize that Daisy has become too old for Benjamin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benjamin departs again and continues to grow younger. One day Daisy receives a phone call from social workers. They inform her that they found Benjamin - now a young pre-teen just hitting puberty - living in a condemned building, and that they called her because they saw her name all over his diary. The social workers believe that he has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dementia" title="Dementia"&gt;dementia&lt;/a&gt; as he sometimes forgets that he had just eaten and cannot remember Daisy or much of his past. Daisy moves into the nursing home where Benjamin grew up and takes care of him as he becomes a confused 5-year-old boy with a growing temper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2002, Mr. Gateau's old clock is removed from the train station. Shortly afterward, in the spring of 2003, the now-physically infant, 85-year-old Benjamin dies in Daisy's arms. At the moment before Benjamin dies, Daisy claims to have seen in his eyes that he still remembered her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the 2005 hospital room, the hurricane raging outside downs the electrical system. As Caroline briefly leaves the room, Daisy passes away, her wish of seeing Benjamin again seemingly answered by a hummingbird hovering outside the storm-drenched windows. Against the sounds of the city's emergency sirens and reports of breached levees, the backwards clock is shown in a basement, still working, as floodwaters envelope the storage room where it is kept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/VISTAA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/VISTAA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZ00yGNMkJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xS-FfjXRkac/s1600-h/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_poster11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZ00yGNMkJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xS-FfjXRkac/s200/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_poster11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304453971376378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;  It was a very good movie and we ended up going home at 12.00 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&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/1725540824186979137-1932320352492271693?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/1932320352492271693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=1932320352492271693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1932320352492271693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1932320352492271693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/outing-in-qb.html' title='Outing in QB'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZ00yGNMkJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xS-FfjXRkac/s72-c/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_poster11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-246793743967982657</id><published>2009-02-17T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:31:46.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More questions answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;The only reason why I'm doing these surveys is so that it would be easier to get to know me. I don't really know how to write about myself without a few guidelines. *winks* Or maybe, just to lazy to figure out what to write. Anyways, I have loads of free time at night, so since I have nothing more to blog, I crap. When I crap, well... this is the result. Just spamming away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What guy do you trust most?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;♥ What guy? The type of guy that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;can keep my secrets&lt;/span&gt; and is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;very close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;What color shirt were you wearing when you last kissed?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;♥ I think it was black. (I am 80% sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;Do you think you're wasting your time on the person you like?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;♥ I hope not. We are close but he doesn't know I like him. Maybe that's why things don't progress. So if I'm ever wasting time, it is because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;♥ Ice Ribena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;What are you doing now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;♥ Blogging, Facebooking, MSN-ing, Mail Checking and Listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;Do you believe exes can be friends?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;♥ Would like to believe it and have been proven wrong. (still working on being his friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;♥ I think it was the gang when we visited the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, I had loads of church meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, I fell off my bike.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;♥ Rain - I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;Is anything bothering you right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;♥ The cuts on my body from the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;Last part on your body you had pierced?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;♥ ear (second piercing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;What plans do you have for tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;♥ Repair my poor precious bike and renew the road tax and insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;What is more important in relationships, happiness or trust?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Cause with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust comes true happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;What's the very first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;♥ Look at the clock and wonder whether I have enough time to sneak a little nap before the day starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;Do you even know how to do the laundry?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;♥ Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;When's the last time you had a headache?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;♥ On sunday when Ken and Babe pushed me underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;Do you like reading?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;♥ Yea. except when it comes to Sejarah. (but it is over now~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;Do you ever think about stuff and start crying?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;♥ Yeah, sometimes I let my mind dwell in the past and think about him. Sometimes it hurts. Actually, it used to. Now I am alright. I've finally healed and let go off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;Who is your favorite person to talk to when you’re down?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;♥ Favourite people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My whole gang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love them to bits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-246793743967982657?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/246793743967982657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=246793743967982657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/246793743967982657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/246793743967982657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-guy-do-you-trust-most-0-i-iflinksi.html' title='More questions answered'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8549872207574427843</id><published>2009-02-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:41:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tag~</title><content type='html'>Tagged by : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Miss Charisma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : &lt;b&gt;Adele &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : A C T S (Cheh, Bible book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Adrian (Do some justice for my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Animal Caretaker. (LOL!) No no, I prefer Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A colour : Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : Apron (I don't wear that though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food :  Apple Pie (YUM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Air Freshener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late: Accident! (Like my bike. Sobx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : Anastacia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apple Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : ABBA (Their music is AWESOME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Animal. (A already what.) Ass. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Ampang Road (Hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Audi (BMW cheh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : Above all (My Fave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag :&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Tan&lt;br /&gt;Patrice Chan&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Teh&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ooi&lt;br /&gt;Benignus Cheah&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Chin&lt;br /&gt;David Chan&lt;br /&gt;And anyone else that wants to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-8549872207574427843?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8549872207574427843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8549872207574427843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8549872207574427843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8549872207574427843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-tag.html' title='Another tag~'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-366422670271730634</id><published>2009-02-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:18:45.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woo hoo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just fell off my bike today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just when I finally received my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'P'&lt;/span&gt; licence. The same senario happened when I first received my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'L'&lt;/span&gt;. I was parking the bike and I scraped the wall. That was on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;right side&lt;/span&gt; of the bike. The mirror was scratched and well, a bit of the paint came off. Today, I was in church and I saw Ken. I called him and went to park my bike. As I was turning, I suddenly lost control and fell. Oh yeah, I fell on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;right side&lt;/span&gt; again. This time, the whole mirror (the one with the scratches) broke off. (Is this a coincidence?) Later we found out that it was because my tyre was punctured by something. It was pretty funny. Ken helped by following me in his car to find a place to repair my bike but everywhere was closed. After that, we both left to eat dinner in our own homes like nothing happened. The best was I told my parents and they didn't scold me. So, for that I thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-366422670271730634?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/366422670271730634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=366422670271730634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/366422670271730634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/366422670271730634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-awesome.html' title='Life&apos;s AWESOME!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1445091929726015808</id><published>2009-02-14T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:43:23.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to General Hospital (13 Feb 09)</title><content type='html'>Well, technically, this is part 2 of the Advent project. You see, we still had lots of presents overflowing the Advent Room so we decided to give some to the children in the hospital. We (Andre, Ken, Wil Sern, Greg and I) sorted out the presents to be handed out. That took about two hours. Soon, we all got very hungry and decided to go to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch where Andre ordered a bucket of 15 pieces of chicken for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we met Ian in church where we split up into two groups (Andre's car- Ken, WS and Greg with the girls' presents and Ian's car- Me and the boys' presents) From there, we headed out to GH to spread some joy to them. The kids there were very ill and had problems. It was very sad to see that but all we could do was just give a present in hopes of them getting better. This post is once again a post that has to be filled with pictures as words can't express the whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlEPQLltI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HLNbUKgpFGc/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlEPQLltI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HLNbUKgpFGc/s200/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536734763620050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us sorting out the presents to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlESwXrLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nP1F1Rl7syo/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlESwXrLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nP1F1Rl7syo/s200/IMG_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536735703936178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken and Wil Sern giving some pressies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlERbTItI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IyS8Dv3t5VE/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlERbTItI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IyS8Dv3t5VE/s200/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536735347122898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andre talking to one of the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlEvnoZdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TLNiuBIqf5k/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlEvnoZdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TLNiuBIqf5k/s200/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536743451911634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorting out through more presents *sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlEqvkq7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/b7WLjnKEUZY/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlEqvkq7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/b7WLjnKEUZY/s200/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536742143044530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me offering a kitchen toy set to the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZnR3D7XGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wPL1gt_m6Xw/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZnR3D7XGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wPL1gt_m6Xw/s200/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302539167811198050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The registry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZnSYFHYKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AcBEPWoLQ-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZnSYFHYKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AcBEPWoLQ-Q/s200/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302539176674549922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ian signing his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZnSWND7OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kcZkf5ykukw/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZnSWND7OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kcZkf5ykukw/s200/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302539176171007202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole lot of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(From left to right) Andre, me, Sister Shee, Ken, Greg, Ian and Wil Sern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-1445091929726015808?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/1445091929726015808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=1445091929726015808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1445091929726015808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1445091929726015808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/visit-to-general-hospital-13-feb-09.html' title='Visit to General Hospital (13 Feb 09)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZlEPQLltI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HLNbUKgpFGc/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6963974454992862505</id><published>2009-02-14T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:17:50.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's Sweet Sixteen Party (30-31 Jan 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it started off with Kevin coming over to my house at 11.30 in the morning. Rach came to pick us up at around 1.45 and we left to Stella Maris to drop of the million and one things (mainly food) we brought over. After that, we had lunch in some Indian Cuisine restaurant and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to just chill for a while while waiting for the guest to arrive. So we were on the bed, messing with my laptop while Kevin nicely snoozed away in the other bed. We decided to blow up some balloons for the party and just by experiment, I held it against the back door and it actually stuck on without anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZXxJWEyjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WgwrC5byxo0/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZXxJWEyjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WgwrC5byxo0/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302522113109051954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The magical balloons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZYl57L9MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aob_6ax478w/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZYl57L9MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aob_6ax478w/s200/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302523019502810306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping Kevin, hald dead with body aching like an old granpa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Rach was busy taking pictures of the house while I was busy taking pictures of her taking pictures of the house!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZYlmM6esI/AAAAAAAAAFk/69tD_iX17Hc/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZYlmM6esI/AAAAAAAAAFk/69tD_iX17Hc/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302523014208453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday Girl in action taking the magical balloons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZa1x1QFaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mBzTmc1BikY/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZa1x1QFaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mBzTmc1BikY/s200/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302525491231593890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Posing nicely for the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the guest pretty much arrived. Sonia and her bro, Sachin and Boris came. (Please forgive me if I forgot anyone). They went out to breathe the fresh sea breeze while two models (Rachel and Kevin) posing on the wall. It was a nice picture, I gotta admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZa1-arqRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dn-q2cF3Iu0/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZa1-arqRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dn-q2cF3Iu0/s200/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302525494609815826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;The two statues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went down to the beach and had some fun standing on the rocks and writing in sand. Ok, against my blogging nature, the pictures that are placed are better left unexplained as a picture is worth a thousand words. (with the help of a few captions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcwwgO4aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0laxYFNnAZY/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcwwgO4aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0laxYFNnAZY/s200/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302527603998908834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kevin writing on the sand about who I 'love'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxHkoowI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hj8kWg6LTRA/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxHkoowI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hj8kWg6LTRA/s200/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302527610191389442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I erased it in the nick ot time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxbfepxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7h6t7FKDKKs/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxbfepxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7h6t7FKDKKs/s200/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302527615538472722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and Sonia (The two banditos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxX5SdJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y0CWtUjZ9ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxX5SdJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y0CWtUjZ9ZQ/s200/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302527614572983442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The three amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxsSouZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DYk03qk_F4E/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZcxsSouZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DYk03qk_F4E/s200/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302527620048009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another shot of the birthday model, erm, I mean girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZd6TAhNRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aVfJQAIPzv4/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZd6TAhNRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aVfJQAIPzv4/s200/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302528867391583506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A rare shot of Boris and Sachin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZd6VYiMiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PRMruSLTv78/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZd6VYiMiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PRMruSLTv78/s200/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302528868029182498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An even rarer shot of the photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZd6rLibLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9bLyztB1EiY/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZd6rLibLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9bLyztB1EiY/s200/IMG_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302528873880251570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; picture of the birthday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Well, after that, we all fought for the bathroom cause we all were very wet. (D-U-H) We had fun on the beach and collected some very unique looking seashells. Then it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DINNER TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All the food were superb. Of course, with a  birthday, there always will be a birthday cake. This was ummm, Tiramisu and it was &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEAVENLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZfiADhn1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ud0xWVo7o4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZfiADhn1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ud0xWVo7o4Q/s200/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302530649010315090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The yummy cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZfiWkeuFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jbe8_UEyuus/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZfiWkeuFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jbe8_UEyuus/s200/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302530655054116946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and her dad (on duty for lighting the candles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZfi9Jpx4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/B9x7R5tUNms/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZfi9Jpx4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/B9x7R5tUNms/s200/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302530665410578306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut the birthday cake, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ATTACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fireworks after that and it was soon time for everyone to leave. Awww, then the five of us (Rach, her mom, her dad, Kevin and me) stayed there and while Kevin the grandfather slept, Rach and me played &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock Legends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (actually, it was me playing and her getting addicted.) It was pretty cool as she reached level 12 in about one hour or so. Not bad eh? Well, finally, we decided to turn in fot the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Rach's dad woke us up and they left for the beach again while I stood on the sidelines as I didn't have anymore spare clothes. So, we collected more seashells and soon after that, we left for home as I had a gathering to prepare for. Overall, the two days spent with my dear and close friend was a success and we are planning on doing it again! WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1725540824186979137-6963974454992862505?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6963974454992862505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6963974454992862505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6963974454992862505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6963974454992862505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/rachels-sweet-sixteen-party-30-31-jan.html' title='Rachel&apos;s Sweet Sixteen Party (30-31 Jan 09)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZZXxJWEyjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WgwrC5byxo0/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6084615855300041399</id><published>2009-02-13T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:48:18.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of my name</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to surf the net to find the true meaning of my name. First of all, My name is Adele, and my confirmation name (which was chosen in Form 4) is Emily. So, this is what i found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Origin : Germany&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alternate Origin : French&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaning : Noble, Kind, Good Humour (Cool huh?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt; (as a Saint's name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feast Day : 24 Dec (6 days after my birthday!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaning : Noble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saint and Patronage : &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saint &lt;strong&gt;Adele&lt;/strong&gt;’s         first vocation was as a wife and mother. She served God by taking care         of her family, praying, and doing works of mercy. When her husband died,         she became a nun and founded a convent. As its first abbess, she ruled         with great compassion and holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; (normal name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Origin : Latin-America&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alternate Origin : &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.meaning-of-names.com/french-names/emily.asp" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;French&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.meaning-of-names.com/german-names/emily.asp" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;German&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaning : Admiring, Industrious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Famous bearer : French writer Emile Zola, Emily Dickenson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; (as a Saint's name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feast Day : 24 Dec (6 days after my birthday!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaning : Excelling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saint and Patronage : &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saint Gregory         the Great had three aunts who led prayerful religious lives in their         father's house, Tarsilla, Saint &lt;strong&gt;Emiliana&lt;/strong&gt;, and Gordiana.         They encouraged each another to growth in holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Conclusion, from what I observe from the saint's name, both their feast days are exactly the same. That by far, is pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Names and their meanings can be found at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wordbytes.org/saints/names.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.meaning-of-names.com&lt;/span&gt;&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/1725540824186979137-6084615855300041399?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6084615855300041399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6084615855300041399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6084615855300041399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6084615855300041399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/meaning-of-my-name.html' title='The meaning of my name'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7825955276074948635</id><published>2009-02-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:44:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little questioneer~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln0"&gt;1.You’re really upset, who is the first guy you go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln1"&gt;Guy? eh, my very close friends like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenneth, Wil Sern, David, William&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You’re really upset, who is the first girl you go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln3"&gt;That would be... eh... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ah Fan, Helena, Sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln5"&gt;Hell Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you do cartwheels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln8"&gt;5. Last person you MSNed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln9"&gt;Guy from my driving school named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Wei Tong&lt;/span&gt;. Still having a convo with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln10"&gt;6. Do you prefer to take showers in the morning or at night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln11"&gt;Morning, right before I wake up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; at night, right before I turn in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you been to New York City?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln13"&gt;Hopefully, I'll be able to go soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln14"&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln15"&gt;*checking my phone list* My maid! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln16"&gt;9. Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln18"&gt;10. Would you want to change your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a nice unique name and I wouldn't change it for the world! (even though the gang keep making fun of my name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln20"&gt;11. How many piercings do you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;. Two on each ear. &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which year has been the worst so far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln23"&gt;Actually, when I was in high school and felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; anyone. I think all throughout form 1-form 5. That is only school. My social life expanded in church and that is where I met all my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln24"&gt;13. Ever found more than a dollar random place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln25"&gt;Not really. It is kind of hard to find dollars in Malaysia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RM68&lt;/span&gt; once outside a restaurant. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln26"&gt;14. Last time you laughed really hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln27"&gt;The trip back from Ipoh. (Courtesy of Ken, Mark and Helena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln28"&gt;15. When is your next road trip?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln29"&gt;Probably next month to Ipoh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln30"&gt;16.Where is your handphone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln31"&gt;Next to my laptop, which is in front of me. Therefore, Handphone next to laptop + laptop right in front of me = Handphone right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln32"&gt;17. Do you know anyone by the name of Dennis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln33"&gt;Yes. From church cathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln34"&gt;18. Where is your pet(s) right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln35"&gt;Outsie in the backyard. Want them with me though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln36"&gt;19. What colour phone do you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln37"&gt;It is originally&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; black&lt;/span&gt; but I put a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; colour casing to protect the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln38"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What color are your eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;. Fully, Completely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln40"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does a heartbreak feel as bad as it sounds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;Actually, it is much worse. Saying it doesn't tell you about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the days&lt;/span&gt; you spent crying,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the hours &lt;/span&gt;you spend trying to get him back, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the minutes&lt;/span&gt; where you feel so empty and worthless and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the months&lt;/span&gt; you spent trying to forget the bad memories and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln42"&gt;22. Have you eaten popcorn in the past 48 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln43"&gt;Nope, I wished I had though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln44"&gt;23. What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln45"&gt;I was asleep. Nice dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln46"&gt;24. Do you need to say anything to anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln47"&gt;I need to tell that person how I really feel about him. But I have no guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln48"&gt;25. How do you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;Quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; with how my life is turning out to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln50"&gt;26. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln51"&gt;For a good reason? Inner healing during a camp. I cry all the time just to let out &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;frustration, anger and sadness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln52"&gt;27. Where is your mother right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln53"&gt;Bedroom, asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln54"&gt;28. What is bothering you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln55"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln56"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever seen somebody get shot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln57"&gt;On TV, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln58"&gt;30. When was the last time you saw your grandpa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln59"&gt;Just Wednesday morning at 8.20a.m. when he fetched me to my driving school for my motorbike test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln60"&gt;31. Do you fight with your siblings often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln61"&gt;Almost everyday. But we do it cause we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; each other. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln62"&gt;32. Are you waiting for anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln63"&gt;waiting? too vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln64"&gt;33. What song are you listening to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln65"&gt;Nothing. My iPod ran out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln66"&gt;34. Whose voice do you admire a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Celine Dion and Lee Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln68"&gt;35. Do you get butterflies every time you see the one you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln69"&gt;Not all the time. Only when I don't see him for quite some time and he sneaks into the room and I notice. I do smile at him when I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln70"&gt;36. Do you get mad or discouraged when you’re wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln71"&gt;Nearly everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln72"&gt;37. What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln73"&gt;I went, "Oh shit, it is already 1.40p.m." And ran to have a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln74"&gt;38. Are you crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essentric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln76"&gt;39. Last thing you drank?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln77"&gt;Juice. Then water from the water cooler in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln78"&gt;40. How was your weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln79"&gt;It was FUN. Got to spend time with the Ipoh youths and catch up on their lives as well as talked to my close friends on the journey there and back (though we slept nearly the whole way through)&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/1725540824186979137-7825955276074948635?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7825955276074948635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7825955276074948635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7825955276074948635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7825955276074948635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-questioneer.html' title='Little questioneer~'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8352594174733525994</id><published>2009-02-13T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:11:51.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wOO Hoo. Another tag~</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Colour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;the statements that are true to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*Italicize the statements that you wish were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*Leave the fibs alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*Then, tag 5 people to do the same test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m 170cm + tall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I don’t know what I want at the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;I’m not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hate my friends. (actually, only one...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(not anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He drives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m bored of driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (I never started learning yet!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I have a white handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo of a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m studying Fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a business running. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate cartoons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I have 10 Guess hangbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I buy CLEO every month.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I have an iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don’t have faith in the current “one”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My school mates know about my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m a rebel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I started wearing dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I don’t believe in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;High school's filled with drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’ve bought shoes this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I heart Italian food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(just the smell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;People should start appreciating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;High school was the worst time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I have red hair. (does highlighted count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Utama is my second home. (Not really, I stay in Penang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m scared of my Biology exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;We’ll last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I believe in long distance relationships&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’ve robbed an old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m starting to like applying make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was a tomboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;At times I think I still am a tomboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate planning parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a sinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; (yeah, I lie..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can live without music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Video games are a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know how to cook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I have 100% freedom. (92% freedom and I ain't complaning!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Boys are assholes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love horror films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I’m happy with what I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The news is such a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I can’t live without make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I’m happy with my 11 year old car. (I still will though I don't own a 11 year old car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love Apple Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I can’t drink for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I haven’t worked out since March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my friends and family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Tan&lt;br /&gt;Patrice Chan&lt;br /&gt;Benignus&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Chin&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah... Everyone I know that knows that I have a blog! Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-8352594174733525994?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8352594174733525994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8352594174733525994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8352594174733525994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8352594174733525994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/woo-hoo-another-tag.html' title='wOO Hoo. Another tag~'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1135171839650089826</id><published>2009-02-12T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:59:38.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can someone please tell me what the fuss is about for this? Yeah, it is a day to share your love with that special someone but don't you do that everyday? If you don't, that sounds a bit wrong. Don't get me wrong, I know I sound jealous because I don't have that special someone to share it with but hear me out. Gifts on Valentine's day, you don't really have to wait till that day to give a gift to someone you love. Valentine's day, it feels like it is compulsory to give. I mean, why don't the guy send a rose to his girl just because it is a Monday. That will trully mean more then expecting a bunch of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;roses&lt;/span&gt; for just one day. And girls, I've known some that will cry just cause their partner didn't buy the exact pair of earrings that she wanted. I mean, it is the thought that count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is about love, maybe just a small reminder that you have someone to celebrate it with. Sure it is nice to be treated, but, you don't have to wait till that day arrives. As long as you have each other, why wait? I know a few people that were looking forward to spending valentine's day with their partner, with all the plans and all but in the end break up before that happens. Then how? You will be left heartbroken and sorry that you didn't get to carry out your plans earlier. (or maybe anger and relieve cause you don't have to spend money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I sounded a bit harsh before and this is just a rant. Maybe cause just now, they were talking about valentine's day and what, who and how are you going to spend it touched a sore nerve. It would be nice to have someone other than your family to spend that time with. To make you feel&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; special&lt;/span&gt;. But life is just. That day will eventually come to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, when I was over at Stella Maris for Rachel's birthday (will talk about that soon), a phrase just floated into my head and I wrote it down in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZRC1RpPNKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hIRyRF_SjRU/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZRC1RpPNKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hIRyRF_SjRU/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301936144358782114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was thinking about how I wrote a letter for this guy and I actually sent it to him. And the worst part was I told him I loved him. But he replied "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I already love you...&lt;/span&gt;" If that happens, it was worth the wait. Of not spending valentine's day this year or the next. As long as I am with the guy I love for the rest of my life. I rather have one very special person in my life than move on from one partner to the next. Cause everytime you are with a new person, you give part of your heart to him. And most of the time, they will misuse it or break your heart. And you will be left with less love to offer the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is why I cling on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I want to spend my life just with him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And no other&lt;/span&gt;. But if God has other plans in store and things don't work out, I wouldn't mind. As long as I have the very good friends I have now, I am really grateful for it. I don't need one person to love me when I have a bunch of friends that already do. Okay, my apologies for just now rants. I was bitter. He is still dear to me. I would do anything for him. Seriously. But, I am not going to be as foolish as to quickly jump into relationships anymore. That experience has given me wisdom. It also brought me closer to God. So thanks. And I wish you all the best with your current girl sincerely from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Adele Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1725540824186979137-1135171839650089826?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/1135171839650089826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=1135171839650089826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1135171839650089826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/1135171839650089826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SZRC1RpPNKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hIRyRF_SjRU/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8046496900845980003</id><published>2009-02-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:08:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of my life</title><content type='html'>Well, yeah.. I haven't been blogging for a while because of the fact that I was swamped with camps the whole of last week. On Thursday till Friday (5-6 Feb 09), we (The post form five) stayed over in CHS for the 'Powered By The Spirit' which is a crash course of Life in the Spirit Seminar. So we had lots of PAW and praying. The morning on Thurs, we learnt about God the Father's love. We learnt how to forgive our dads in order to have a better relationship with God. Then, in the afternoon we had power nap which I used to talk to Helena. She advised me on a few stuff and help me through a few problems I was facing with my friends. That night, we had to carry out some skits. I was in group 2 which had to do the crucifix of Jesus. We made it funny (By adding a few noises and actions... Mostly the actors as I was merely narrator.) but in the end, of course we had to make it serious. My proudest moment was when I said "Jesus died for us on the cross. He took away the sins of the world so that we may enter the Kingdom of God. Like John 3:16 says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave His only son that whoever that believes in Him will have eternal Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our group was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Up first was the Prodigal Son which were presented by group 3. They had American Lingo like : Yo, dad, give me yo cash, yo... and the father (acted by Ken) had only RM27 for the son's inheritance. The funniest was when the son returned, the father presented him with gifts like slippers (pink and small) for his bare feet, a cloak (a white girl sweater) for his back and a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next was group 1 with the rising of Lazarus. The funniest was Lazarus tapping his fingers, waiting for Jesus (Jacky) to raise him back. Jesus on the other hand acted like he was performing a magic show with his hands outstretched. The way he talked was superb. He couldn't get one sentence out without us audience laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After the skits, we had inner healing. We learnt to completely forgive everyone that hurt us. There to minister over us was David, Sharon, Aaron, Ah Fan, Helena and of course Andre. It was a tough night but it was worth it. I never felt my heart so light and filled with joy after that. I realised that because of that I was able to put my problems aside and listen to God and my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That night, the only frustrating thing was that the girls didn't want to sleep and well, pretty much got on my nerves seeing that I am a very light sleeper. But eventually, everything grew quiet and I drift off into much needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The morning, we learnt about Jesus's Love. How he suffered to save our lives. How painful the torture was. But he still did it. For us. We praised Him and thanked him. After the talk, we sang 'Above All' and bowed and kneel in front of the crucifix to ask God the Son to forgive our sins and everything. The afternoon went pass and it was time to learn about the Holy Spirit. One thing that Andre said that kept inside me was, "There is no such thing as luck - it is a blessing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That afternoon, I managed to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit. It was something I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  The weekend, I was in Ipoh and this time Joan and Matthew didn't join us but instead was replaced by Greg. Throughout the whole time in Ipoh, we had loads of fun and talked to some old friends that we met so long ago (actually, only in dec) but it was great catching up with them. They managed to run the whole gathering almost single handedly. It was a proud moment for all of us. Well, it was pretty much the same things we went through and as usual slept at 4 something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  At 7.45 a.m., Miss Helena woke me up and I had to wake up the rest. As usual, Ken and Mark didn't want to wake up van dthe Ipoh youths that stayed over didn't move an inch. But in the end, we managed to get off the mattresses long enough for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that, we joined the meeting for PAG in St. Michael. We had a short intercessory with the internal team to boost their confidence through prayer. It was generally productive and we could see the youth coming out to pray without much hesistation, which was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We skipped lunch and headed straight home. After we reached Penang, we had KFC which Helena generously paid for as a job well done. I was sent home first after that and from the car, I received a 'air kiss' from one of them. =) It was funny to see their reaction when I returned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Well, right now, today is Wednesday, 11.02.09 which I can happily say that I PASSED MY MOTORBIKE TEST! The night before, I had trouble sleeping so I called Dad to call me from Shanghai just to talk. Before that, I was reading the Bible which had become my solace from all my worries. I was just wondering if God could give me a sign as to whether my prayers were being answered and I ran across a Bible Verse. Mark 11:24 says "When you pray and ask for something, believe that you will receive it and you will be given whatever you ask for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that, I was calmed down and managed to fall asleep. That morning I was sms-ing William and Wil Sern with my nerves on a all time high. But they told me the same things, remember to take deep breaths, calm your nerves and relax. Thanks guys. I also have to say thanks to those that prayed for me the night before (Ken) and for being there when I announced my great news. It was a great day. I had never been so (in terms of David) euphoric. I couldn't stop smiling and I nearly cried. Thanks God, for everythig and for answering my prayers. I will declare to the whole world once again, "ALLELUIA, PRAISE THE LORD, AMEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-8046496900845980003?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8046496900845980003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8046496900845980003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8046496900845980003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8046496900845980003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-of-my-life.html' title='Days of my life'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5793817883817007769</id><published>2009-02-11T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:54:56.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 54, 93);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tagged by :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Miss Patrice Chan (Who has nothing else better to do! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(23, 54, 93);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;4. Tag 10 friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Offer Up My Life&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm... okkaaayy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Careless Whisper&lt;br /&gt;(That is very nice... I am careless, though I dont whisper that often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be me&lt;br /&gt;(What?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Gotta find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yeah, I really needed to find you, and I kind of did =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Winner Takes It All&lt;br /&gt;(Not bad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Yeah, my all time fav song as my motto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow In The Silence&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe that is why they like calling me 'emo')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Eh, this does not tell me anything... except why is Charlotte Church in my iPod?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(Make sense...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Track 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Lol, that answer is very close... I don't even know the title of the song! Oh... It is 'Touch My Body'... WHAT ON EARTH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Time After Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Does that mean that I'll change my best friend time after time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Here I Am To Woship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(My all time fav PAW song and seriously, my life on earth is to woship GOD!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Once upomn a time I was falling in love, now I am only falling apart : goodness, what a song! I want to have that one special person... Hopefully together and not lonely... Not totally with this song though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Come All Ye Faithful&lt;br /&gt;(WHAT?!?!?! This is reeaaaaallllllllllyyyy FUNNY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love's so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Hmmm, an old song but NOT BAD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate You&lt;br /&gt;(That, my friend, is very harsh. They must not like me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Father God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Yeah, I know i spent most of my time in church! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Year Has Gone By&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm, maybe the dreams that I never fulfill throughout the year will have to be brought one to the next. Or maybe just can't stand getting older! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Knowing You (All I Once Held Dear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(It is a Christian song. I don't know what is the big deal of keeping Jesus a secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a Maksim song... No title.&lt;br /&gt;(I want to play like him! Goodness, he is good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Yeah, burn them like little chestnuts and eat them up! YUM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'&lt;br /&gt;(Goodness... i will be starting laughs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Follow the following instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Look at the right side of my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Approach the 'Friends of mine~' corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Scroll down to check if your name is on my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;If it is, you, my friend, are a victim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Go disturb other people by tagging their accounts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(201, 64, 147);font-family:'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-5793817883817007769?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5793817883817007769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5793817883817007769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5793817883817007769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5793817883817007769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanna-be-startin-somethin.html' title='Wanna Be Startin&apos; Somethin&apos;'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7955412598878304321</id><published>2009-01-27T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:10:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts bout MUA</title><content type='html'>Tagged by : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Ben aka Iguana AND Miss Catherine aka meow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions : Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave a comment (''You're tagged!'') and to read your blog, you can't tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love Celine Dion and Lee Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm afraid of exams (Literally, boot-shaking, knees knocking scared. It's my phobia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't really have a lot of confidence in myself (But it has improved with the help of certain good friends of mine [you know who you are])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My ambition is to become a singer/performer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;As to 4, I play the piano and I finished practical and currently doing Grade 8 theory and sitting for exams in August (YIKES!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't really fancy shopping for clothes. (It was an improvement from last time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I absolutely love the arcade! Playing games (esp. Percussion Master, Daytona and Tekken) with the loud music (though a bit of a headache) and with friends. That is the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I was six, I loved the colour pink (as in Barbie Pink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I used to play with Barbie Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I've known at least 3 people from kindergarten that I can proudly say I still keep in contact with (Ken, Charisma and Christine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And one of them is my best friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am part Portuguese and part Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I still play Neopets when I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Loves writting stories based on real life experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Would ask for opinions about myself to my friends and wouldn't want to believe when they compliment as (refer to no. 3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Treat my parents as my best friends and they know nearly everything about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Patrice - cause I am interested in getting some facts out of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;David - Cause he nevers replies tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Zi Xin - cause she blogs a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tiffany - It would be funny to see what secrets she hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sharon - same reason like David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Daniel - cause everyone else keeps tagging him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Geraldine - no particular reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ian - cause I'm curious about his replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Andre - cause I'm running out of people to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1725540824186979137-7955412598878304321?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7955412598878304321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7955412598878304321&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7955412598878304321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7955412598878304321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/facts-bout-mua.html' title='Facts bout MUA'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-5619615903140591692</id><published>2009-01-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:23:25.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's Surprise Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, firstly, we had to pull it off without him knowing. That was pretty hard as babe kept dropping hints e.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babe : Eh, check her phone messages la.&lt;br /&gt;Ken : Why leh? (Looks at me with raised eyebrows)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babe : Cause got secret messages from her new boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Wei, don't ah. (Looks warningly at Babe)&lt;br /&gt;Ken : No la, I won't read. Later get scolding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it went on. Well, I was worried as the first five messages on my phone was about his party. And babe knew. Teruk! Haha, anyways, we (Babe - driving, Greg, Jack and me) arrived at RED-BOX at about 7.00 p.m. There, the rest of them nicely resting in the room and complaining that they were hungry. So, Adeline, David, Helena, Mark, Benny, Greg, Jack, Babe, me. Andre was already at Gurney, keeping the birthday boy busy (fish spa, movie and all). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3ZaZT2vhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_XOwr7EipnM/s1600-h/IMG_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295627784351563282" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3ZaZT2vhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_XOwr7EipnM/s200/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I also made a card for Ken from all of us. It was the first time i did art since ... TWO YEARS AGO. lol. It was a bit hard to find supplies and all, but alas, pulled it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3a1g39xZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4YH_kBFHnXM/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295629349750162834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3a1g39xZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4YH_kBFHnXM/s200/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3a15TNY1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iCeuXtsHiCc/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295629356306883410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3a15TNY1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iCeuXtsHiCc/s200/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, when he came in, at around 7.45, he was so surprised. Haha, we all wished him and it was MAKAN TIME! It was a buffet and everyone took as much as they could carry and the songs started playing. And, we started singing. It was really fun. At first, before Ken arrived, David was singing most of the time as none of us wanted. But slowly, I took the mike and started singing. It was fun. Yeah, pretty much sing sing sing all the way. In the end, Babe was singing most of the songs (old or new). It was cool as originally, he didn't want to. Anyways, i had a couple of duets. One was with David singing 'Beauty and the Beast'. Ken was laughing at the reference Beast and Helena said that the song refered to him. And he said that he was Beauty and I'm the beast. &lt;em&gt;Very funny&lt;/em&gt;. Anyways, after more songs which Andre introduced to us (Malaysian artist) and the songs were really nice. Then came the wonderful birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3f-wcLtoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/riuBzbX-GOg/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635006105564802" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3f-wcLtoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/riuBzbX-GOg/s200/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, there was a speech by Ken (just thanks and sorry)...&lt;br /&gt;After that, he had a whole slice of cake for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3f_KggqpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zTygJIInlXw/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635013103037074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3f_KggqpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zTygJIInlXw/s200/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal : Eat the whole slice without the help of his hands and he had to kneel. It was funny as the guys (Babe and Mark) kept forcing his head into the cake and you could hear his muffled complaints. Then it was photo session with the birthday boy with his mouth covered in cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3f_TsgrEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZkKnZmO4FVc/s1600-h/IMG_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635015569288258" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3f_TsgrEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZkKnZmO4FVc/s200/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, we all made personal toast to him. Yes, every single one of us. The topics about Portuguese dance in church, a triangular smile, school, kindy and Violin exam's came up. So, after that, in order to thank us, he had a bit to say about every single one of us. It was sweet as I always get 'kutuking' from him. After that, it was nearly a wrap up. We sang a couple more songs and it was goodbye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-5619615903140591692?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/5619615903140591692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=5619615903140591692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5619615903140591692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/5619615903140591692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/kennys-surprise-party.html' title='Kenny&apos;s Surprise Party'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SX3ZaZT2vhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_XOwr7EipnM/s72-c/IMG_0890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-4293754629913639804</id><published>2009-01-23T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:21:12.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been TAGGED! *ish</title><content type='html'>Tagged by : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Miss Catherine Tan *geramnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;Well D-U-H. Smoking kills. Especially me (Stupid asthma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How about drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I drink. So I probably shouldn't mind my other half to drink, unless he knows his limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, (pardon my language) HELL YEA! Oh my, I never once gotten a guy that I had a crush on. Sobs. Hopefully, someday soon, I can get you. Ehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe, cause I might like him back *winks. I mean, you wouldn't know your verdict till you try right. So come on, lay it on me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Badminton, Swimming, Tennis and eh, fighting with my sis. Is gaming a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Its Saturday night, and you're home alone... what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I'll call the rest of the gang to gate-crash their plans. Secondly, I'll make sure that I can talk to at least one person. If worse comes to worse, I'll read a book/watch tv/play PSP/talk to my dogs/clean my room/etc. I'm pretty much covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;Oh MY GOODNESS! You don't know the half of it. I could stay on it all night long if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When's the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;When you know that that is the person you love. That he is the one that you are willing to spend your time and care with. And that you know that he is worth the risk. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be??&lt;br /&gt;The one and only... &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LEE RYAN&lt;/span&gt;! He is &lt;strong&gt;LOVELY! &lt;/strong&gt;Like that is ever possible. I'll stick to reality and hope that the guy I like asks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, probably hang out with the church gang. Wait a moment, it's CNY! I'll be talking to relatives and baby-sitting the munchkins (I mean kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favourite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;My fave...? Honestly, anything that serves good food that satisfies the tummy is good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ehm, where do I start? Family (check), Friends (check), Dogs (check), Ex (check), Crush (Double Check =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, and never will. Wouldn't want to lead him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. Everyone in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;His smile. If you have a great smile (alongside the sparkling eyes) and a great sense of humour, you will always be welcome to meet me. Great personality does wonders too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which do you prefer, Beach or Mountains?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, even though my friends hear me say that i hate the beach, I find it pretty romantic. A stroll down the beach where the tides washes your bare feet. Walking hand in hand with your loved one. Having a personal conversation with him and there is nothing to disturb you. (Hey, this makes a good story!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;I have a ... (Drumroll please) iPhone! Yeah yeah. I love it. Absolutely LOVE IT! Its camera is so sharp and the images are picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Computer or Laptop?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, something bulky and heavy and immoveable compared to the ever convinient light and moveable laptop. do the math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Jeans or Sweats?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans. Definately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which year(s) has/have been the best so far?&lt;br /&gt;So far, this year seems to be looking up. As apposed to last few years with school and horrible classmates. Now I finally have a place where I belong and where ppl can accept me... CHURCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I will be 18. At the end of the year. GOSH! I just turned 17. *sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping. Cause I have to wake up early for piano class tomorrow. Ah, the wonders of theory. *rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Heroes! And comedies like My Wife and Kids, 8 Simple rules and others. I love reality series like American Idol, America's next top model and Moment of Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;br /&gt;A RM64.90 Three set book from Cecilia Ahern! Gosh, I Love HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dude, not in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;br /&gt;Fallen? I can't remember... Maybe, like when I was younger and *ahem more clumsy. I did fall off my motorbike in front of a few ppl before. Does that count? I didn't land on my butt though, i landed on my side. Knee bleeding and all. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;br /&gt;Go online, update Facebook, watch tv, hang out on the bed, play with my dogs, teach my sister, play piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favourite subject?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, english, art, music, maths, science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, everything in my life is great. The best is meeting my church friends the way I did. Now i have tonnes of friends and it feels great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Tag 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel Ooi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany Teh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Chan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daniel Chin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian Ling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patrice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geraldine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron&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/1725540824186979137-4293754629913639804?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/4293754629913639804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=4293754629913639804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4293754629913639804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/4293754629913639804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-tagged-ish.html' title='I&apos;ve Been TAGGED! *ish'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-121441916738230292</id><published>2009-01-23T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:17:41.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events, events, EVENTS!</title><content type='html'>True enough. It's hard to start blogging after the will dies. And it has only been like two weeks (maybe less). Anyways, this is what happened throughout my disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9th Jan 09 (Fri) - Babe's Birthday!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10th Jan 09 (Sat) - Babe's Birthday Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11th Jan 09 (Sun) - normal mass. bball after that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14th Jan 09 (Wed) - Meeting in office for OMPH follow up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15th Jan 09 (Thurs) - Ken's surprised birthday in RED-BOX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17th-18th Jan 09 (Weekend) - In Ipoh for OMPH follow up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18th Jan 09 (Sun Night) - Ken's 'official' birthday dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19th Jan 09 (Mon) - Ken's Birthday!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21th Jan 09 (Wed) - 2ee and family came down from KL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;22th Jan 09 (Thurs) - Went to gurney with Steph from my old music class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, maybe after Chinese New Year I'll update slowly one by one. What a gruelling process. But... I guess it's worth the time (When I have time *sigh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-121441916738230292?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/121441916738230292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=121441916738230292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/121441916738230292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/121441916738230292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-enough.html' title='Events, events, EVENTS!'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6709478107294083321</id><published>2009-01-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:51:05.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out visiting children's homes (7 Jan 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It started with us (Andre, Kenneth, Wil Sern, Jacky and me) having to meet in church to sort out the presents for the children. The girls' pile (sorted by WS and me) had 189 presents! Amazing, right? The boys' pile (sorted by K and J) had 178! Apparently, K was having a competition on who had the most presents. (Ahem, we know who wins...) Anyways, then we had to sort out to which home we should send it to. Like Shan's, Shammah and H.O.G (House of Grace, what are you thinking?). So we hauled big plastic bags into A's booth and off we were to drop them off. Firstly, we dropped the Shan's presents. Inside, there was only one kid because the rest were in school. We found out that the kids had to eat on floors as there weren't enough space for all to sit on proper tables and chairs. It was pretty sad really. The kids even had a board where they earned stars (if they're good) and dots (when they're naughty). We didn't stay long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we had lunch and went on to the next house... Shammah! There, we saw more children as they already returned from school. This couple (Steven and Wife) took it to their responsibility to take care of these children. Imagine, they dropped everything of comfort to help others. People, this is trully God's work in disguise. The kids over there were playing a simple game using the alphabet song. They passed round a sweet and the person to have it when the song end has to do a forfeit. We teens decided to join them in. All of us got a forfeit except J. The kids were sad to see us leaving and maybe in the future we plan to visit them again to spend time with them seeing that we have LOTS of free time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, that was pretty much it. We had tea (cendol, passembur and ice kacang!) at New World Park and went back home. Today, I learnt that we should all be thankful of what we have and never complain as there are so many less fortunate out there. Next time, you want to complain about your parents, think of those that would do anything to get a parents' love. Or the next time you want to complain that the computer games are not intersting or you are bored, think about those who do not have anything to play with. We should stop wasting money on materialistic stuff. Look at those kids, they were happy with their lives without it. That day, I learnt so many life lessons and it was so worth it being there to share the joy with kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/1725540824186979137-6709478107294083321?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6709478107294083321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6709478107294083321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6709478107294083321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6709478107294083321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-out-visiting-childrens-homes-8-jan.html' title='A day out visiting children&apos;s homes (7 Jan 09)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-624371464473995254</id><published>2009-01-07T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:52:41.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's message</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered which hurts the most? Saying something and wishing you hadn't?, or Saying nothing and wishing you had? I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, they might break your heart...if you don't, you might break theirs.Have u ever decided not 2 become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person? Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't.You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own........when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to. Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much...for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all. Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what wedon't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger. Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could  have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don't care anymore)&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them?&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?&lt;br /&gt;*People live, but people die.  I want to tell you that you are a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you died tomorrow (God Forbid)&lt;br /&gt;you would be in my heart.Would I be in yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-624371464473995254?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/624371464473995254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=624371464473995254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/624371464473995254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/624371464473995254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-message.html' title='Life&apos;s message'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-6959450155350601166</id><published>2009-01-07T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:08:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Night</title><content type='html'>The night was late and all her friends were asleep soundly in their warm comfortable beds. All except one. She was out on the balcony, reminiscing her past, being depressed and disappointed with how her life was turning out to be. But she wasn’t alone. As tears fell from her eyes, she heard her name being called softly from the other room. There he was. Her best friend was standing in the opposite balcony probably preoccupied with his own life and all the stress that has been going on. Hastily, she wiped her tears and smiled at him. A sad smile. Immediately, he sense that something was wrong and beckoned her into his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What’s on your mind?” he muttered silently, staring deeply into her eyes, trying to figure out her dilemma. “Nothing much, really. Just thinking about the past again.” As she said that, she wanted to hit herself. She was on a holiday with her closest friends and there she was, feeling sorry for herself again. She was starting to wonder when she would ever return to normal. The both of them just stared quietly at the glimmering stars and appreciate the sounds of nature. Finally, he said, “You know, there’s more to life than him. He was only a chapter in your life. It is time you started writing new beginnings. It always gets better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She sighed and pondered his advice. He was right, but somehow, she couldn’t let go. Her friends, as a joke, rubbed it in her face and the sting from the wound he caused was still there. She had a feeling that it would be there for a long time. Her heart, given to that guy and he broke into two. The wind brushed against her, causing her to shiver from the cold. He reached out to hold her, to give her warmth, to protect her. He knew how she felt and wanted to help her. To heal her. Once again, silence struck them. It was not often where the both of them are equally lost for words. The only other time that happened was when she was sad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “What happens if I get hurt again?” she whispered. He continued the silence for a while. “Well, you just have to pick yourself up again. This is life. Bad things happen to the best of us.” As he said that, tears cascaded down her cheeks as she silently wept. Panic was aroused as he gave her a bear hug. She continued weeping into him as he stroked her hair, calming her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I promise never to hurt you...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That comment caught her off guard. She looked up to him and he gently wiped her tears away. He was shocked that those words came out of his mouth. He had vowed to keep quiet about his liking toward her. He didn’t want to complicate her life anymore than it already was. It would make things difficult for him too. There would be questions from their circle of friends, maybe even disgust. But he couldn’t help it. He took her cold hands and brought her closer to him. Her eyes widened and before she could speak up, he gave her a kiss. It was merely a kiss on the cheek but the feeling was strong. All the emotions he was feeling toward her came out with that kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I can’t do this. I don’t want to lose you as a friend. What if this doesn’t work out?” Her eyes widened with fright and she shook her head. But in her mind, she had always wanted this to happen. But she never realised that it would come true. She always dreamt about it, praying to God. Now, it’s here. What did she have to lose? If it doesn’t work out, their friendship would be scarred. Was she willing to take that chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Now that this is out in the open, I really need to tell you. I never thought of you as a failure nor a disappointment. On the contrary, I think that you are an amazing girl filled with talent and have a heart of gold. Don’t ever think of yourself that way again. I’ve always liked you and I think you are a joy to be with.” He took a deep breath and looked away. All she could do was reply him with a long hug. She was willing to take a chance. She knows that her friendship is strong enough to take a risk. They smiled truly out of happiness as they embraced in the moonlight. This was a start to a new beginning and she loved every minute of it. May trouble come; they would face it head on and think things through rationally. Yes, there will be fights. Yes, there will be tension. But they’re doing it for love. That night started with two lonely people from different balconies, thinking about how miserable they are. But it ended with them finally realising the meaning of their friendship. The meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love does not come immediately. It comes over time. Knowing through personality and characteristics and not judging them by their appearance. Love is indeed blind, but it is not deaf nor dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-6959450155350601166?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/6959450155350601166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=6959450155350601166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6959450155350601166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/6959450155350601166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-night.html' title='A Perfect Night'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8412056307047980309</id><published>2009-01-05T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:41:12.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve's Mass (31 Dec 08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After nearly one month of practices, we finally had to play for mass. We include, Felicia on keyboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287736799666362802" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWHQmonf2bI/AAAAAAAAACI/CrQhdlRL1-k/s200/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark on drums...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrian Oyog on electric guitar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWHUEqP45aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8fBkEl4LROA/s1600-h/IMG_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287740614035170722" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWHUEqP45aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8fBkEl4LROA/s200/IMG_0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katrina on acoustic guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singers include Rachel Ng, Aundrey, Winnie Wong and John Stanley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, It started with Mary's Boy Child. We had a super cool island version for this song. And after that are normal mass rights. RESPONSIRIAL PSALM WAS DONE BY ME! Wow, it was my first time and i did it! As Hiro Nakamura would say... YA-TA! I received compliments from a few people. Honestly, it felt GREAT! For the collection hymn we played Go Tell It On The Mountain. We played a country version thanks to Mr. Andre's input. Right after that we went straight into Christmas isn't Christmas. It was awesome. More mass rights and into The First Noel for communion. We Are The Reason was thanksgiving hymn and final we had Ave Maria. Did you know that the chorus of the song is part of the Hail Mary. yeah, we play some other Mother  Mary song and Angels We Have Heard On High. Lastly, my favourite... JOY TO THE WORLD! The version we played is really cool. It had piano slides and everything. It started with an orcestra version followed by the modern verion. That throughtout the whole mass, minus the resp. psalm was my pride and joy. We ended it with a countdown which was ONE MINUTE LATE. Parish people were tapping their watches at us to tell us that we were late. So we started the one minute countdown which was filled with photos of events throughout the whole year. We ended it with Auld Lang Syne. After that, a few of the gang crashed in the Oyog's house to celebrate where we played mahjong, uno and poker. We also played PS2 and talked a lot. we eft at about 5. That's how we spent welcoming the new year. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!&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/1725540824186979137-8412056307047980309?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8412056307047980309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8412056307047980309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8412056307047980309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8412056307047980309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-eves-mass-31-dec-08.html' title='New Year Eve&apos;s Mass (31 Dec 08)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWHQmonf2bI/AAAAAAAAACI/CrQhdlRL1-k/s72-c/IMG_0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-8773046274949514793</id><published>2008-12-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:44:20.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip (16-17 Dec 08)</title><content type='html'>On the 16th till 17th Dec, a couple of us (Andre, Helena, Joachim, Aunty Annie, Carina, Adrian, Gregsson, William, Benny, Brian, Jacky) went camping in Pantai Keracut (I think that's how they spell it). It was awesome. It is my first time camping, seriously. And it was FUN! And tiring. Okay okay, let's start from the beginning. We had to wake up at 6. Andre gave Greg, Jack and me a lift to church where the rest were waiting. Our eyes were so tired and most of us were falling asleep. Had breakfast and we were off for a so called 40 minute hike to the beach which with us slow coaches, took one hour and fourty minutes. We were carrying roti canai and loaves of bread and... luggages... You know the drill. IT WAS HARD! Heavy things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjo2J9xL3I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vtwjd9bCYfA/s1600-h/IMG_0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230179804852082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjo2J9xL3I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vtwjd9bCYfA/s200/IMG_0605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjo17b5ihI/AAAAAAAAABA/0LeszMysleE/s1600-h/IMG_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230175904696850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjo17b5ihI/AAAAAAAAABA/0LeszMysleE/s200/IMG_0604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg was carrying one big ice box with ice, sparkling wine, sausages and all, woosh. When we finally reached the beach, the first half of them actually sang 'Deck the Halls' on the top of their lungs. We were just so relieved that we reached thaty most actually sank into the beach and slept (mainly the adults). We had sandwiches for lunch and set up the tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjqSgJ1p6I/AAAAAAAAABY/Dl4YwYgD85U/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285231766309021602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjqSgJ1p6I/AAAAAAAAABY/Dl4YwYgD85U/s200/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjqSd2Xf4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2AMR_1xMEFU/s1600-h/IMG_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285231765690482562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjqSd2Xf4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2AMR_1xMEFU/s200/IMG_0609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but... the man in charge there told us we couldn't park our behinds there so we had to slowly pack things up and move to some secluded spot behing where no wind could be found. Okay, not that dramatic. Before that, Brian killed a nearly dead jellyfish. With the stick William brought with him. Brian actually broke it into a few pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjr7usQl3I/AAAAAAAAABg/JOHZ43E1VKk/s1600-h/IMG_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233574097753970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjr7usQl3I/AAAAAAAAABg/JOHZ43E1VKk/s200/IMG_0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjr8MJdRYI/AAAAAAAAABo/Anms-tEKBkI/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233582004848002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjr8MJdRYI/AAAAAAAAABo/Anms-tEKBkI/s200/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjr8aNhdTI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBdXoIEcDQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233585779995954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjr8aNhdTI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBdXoIEcDQ4/s200/IMG_0623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE IN BETWEEN AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to swimming in the river. The water was super cold and refreshing. All of us had fun splashing water at each other. Funny. And i took my phone there (at the risk of wetting it) and managed to get the only pics of the gang in the river. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjuQDwe-oI/AAAAAAAAACA/MdKsAP3AUmk/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236122373257858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjuQDwe-oI/AAAAAAAAACA/MdKsAP3AUmk/s200/IMG_0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjuPmAoBGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/e0tJdPKdpFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236114387895394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjuPmAoBGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/e0tJdPKdpFQ/s200/IMG_0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasnt even the end of the day... We started a fire and heated up the roti canai and other food. That evening, we played captain ball in the sand till it was dinner. Spegetthi. YUM. Yeah, It started raining at night and we had to stay in the canoe shack. That night, Benny kena stung by something and we kind of panic for a little while. Thankfully, he was alright. We (Carina, Greg, William, Jack and me) Didn't sleep that night. We stayed up and talk the whole way while watching for shooting stars. In the morning, we had a power nap for like one hour and started to pack things up and had maggie mee for breakie. Lol. Not enough seasoning for everyone, had to share. Finally, it was time to go home.. Sob. Not till we took a speedboat home. Thank God we didn't have to hike or most of us (mostly the sleep deprived) will just die on the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was pretty much the whole camping trip. Some of us (me included) fell asleep in the car on the way to lunch at MCD. That's a wrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1725540824186979137-8773046274949514793?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/8773046274949514793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=8773046274949514793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8773046274949514793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/8773046274949514793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-16th-till-17th-dec-couple-of-us.html' title='Camping Trip (16-17 Dec 08)'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SVjo2J9xL3I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vtwjd9bCYfA/s72-c/IMG_0605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-7777943234152908384</id><published>2008-12-22T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:54:58.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey ya'll. Once again, i'm trying to blog AGAIN. I did it last time but apparently I couldnt remember my password. A bit lame right... But it wont happen again. Muahaha. Ok, let's start with the basics. I am English educated and i just finished high school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE music. I play the piano and i just finished grade 8. YAY! I am an beginner at guitar too. I play for my church and I'm in the youth musicians in CHS. As expected, I'm a keyboadist/singer for the youth. And I'm also in the cantor group. Recently, i just join the youth carollers. Last night we just had 7 hours of continuos carolling. IT WAS AWESOME!!! I'll upload some pics soon. When I get a hold of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Next, I LOVE my DOGGIES! I have two, Princess and Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SU9EskO16TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OCiDv4B4nb8/s1600-h/IMG_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282516420359743794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SU9EskO16TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OCiDv4B4nb8/s320/IMG_0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SU9EsM6vsSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F2SoNaVv2ZI/s1600-h/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282516414101434658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SU9EsM6vsSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F2SoNaVv2ZI/s320/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  Besides that, I love writing stories. I'm currently writing a story based on life. My life, to be exact. My experiences throughout the short span of my life. My feelings and in a way, my advice to the rest of my peers. Though, half of it is based on imagination and others experiences. When i have the time, i  pledge myself to upload to my blog. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  Anyways, I love GOD and I trully believe in him. I LOVE going to church. And I love participating in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  So that's all for my first post. Updates will come soon. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1725540824186979137-7777943234152908384?l=adelekhor18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/feeds/7777943234152908384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1725540824186979137&amp;postID=7777943234152908384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7777943234152908384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1725540824186979137/posts/default/7777943234152908384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelekhor18.blogspot.com/2008/12/personal-life.html' title='Personal Life'/><author><name>Adele Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SWW12YVhvKI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0W0avGOz24/S220/29092008(003)-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SU9EskO16TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OCiDv4B4nb8/s72-c/IMG_0448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
