<?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-886300691578359867</id><updated>2012-01-28T01:24:05.192+08:00</updated><category term='Jeremiah School 2009'/><category term='Sweet Memories'/><title type='text'>Stone</title><subtitle type='html'>Zechariah 1 : 3 - "Return to Me, and I will return to you."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-9195827129483233770</id><published>2012-01-28T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T01:24:05.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th January 2012</title><content type='html'>I've changed. Better and worse, with the balance more to the worse. Hmmmm, Hello blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-9195827129483233770?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/9195827129483233770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=9195827129483233770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/9195827129483233770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/9195827129483233770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2012/01/28th-january-2012.html' title='28th January 2012'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-9031155857298839913</id><published>2011-09-21T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:09:41.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation Fair (not sure whether it's the right term)</title><content type='html'>1403 21st September 2011 Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A&amp;W’s Corny Dog is expensive. RM 7.10, but it’s quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Convocation Day. Saw people wearing purple robes and purple hats. Began wondering how do they feel, and what will I feel on my day. I guess it would be reluctance to stop studying, I would like to study until the level of PhD. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saw an auntie parking her big car for about 10 minutes. I would offer some help, but that would be an insult to her parking skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-9031155857298839913?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/9031155857298839913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=9031155857298839913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/9031155857298839913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/9031155857298839913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/convocation-fair-not-sure-whether-its.html' title='Convocation Fair (not sure whether it&apos;s the right term)'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-6391065875161744906</id><published>2011-09-14T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T01:09:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Study Study</title><content type='html'>0106 14th September Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went out to eat again tonight. Murtabak kambing, RM6, slightly larger portion compared to Pokok Cheri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lesson today was as usual. I didn’t know much. I went to buy the book at UniRia with the help of Winnie. Costs me RM 70 to buy a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Been studying for quite some time, plus playing with command prompt a little to know more about these kind of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-6391065875161744906?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/6391065875161744906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=6391065875161744906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6391065875161744906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6391065875161744906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/study-study-study.html' title='Study Study Study'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-8735502561993854282</id><published>2011-09-12T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:50:51.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Class</title><content type='html'>1610 Monday  12th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First lecture was on programming. C++? Never heard of it. Latest Processor: Pentium don’t know what 7? Never heard of it. Study, study. Text books costs a lot, and is limited. Nearest Maybank atm is at Queensbay Mall. Approximately 45 minutes walk from here. Money money, send me money. Free time from now until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1149&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went outside for the first time. Quite a few people there, and many shops including seven 11, photostat shops, restaurants, and a dobi. Overall not bad, good enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-8735502561993854282?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/8735502561993854282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=8735502561993854282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/8735502561993854282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/8735502561993854282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/1610-monday-12th-september-2011-first.html' title='First Day of Class'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-4564872732079166652</id><published>2011-09-12T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:09:29.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Orientation</title><content type='html'>0100 Saturday 12th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today is the last day of orientation. Washed my clothes in the afternoon, went for session, rained heavily, now it’s all wet. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Class starts tomorrow at 1100. Before that I’m going to get my student card and if I have time, register for wifi. Or else I’ll register after class. Got the whole day to spare after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To get to stay in the hostels in my second year, I have to be active in co-curricular activities. And get some positions. To drive into campus I have to get super high positions. Well, those places are for those people. I’ll consider staying outside campus and drive a car there. Boohoo. Going to pack my bag and prepare some essential things such as map and the like. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-4564872732079166652?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/4564872732079166652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=4564872732079166652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4564872732079166652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4564872732079166652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-day-of-orientation.html' title='Last Day of Orientation'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-6259793872617527748</id><published>2011-09-12T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:08:11.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy People Does Crazy Thing</title><content type='html'>1252 Sunday  11th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Crazy people do crazy things. This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During orientation week, a group of volunteers/seniors called PPSL (Program Pemimpin Siswa Lestari) helped us in everything: shepherding us here and there, asking whether we eat or not, is anybody sick, helping us with PTPTN, JPA, ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tonight, we had briefing as usual. They were calling out people who filled in the forms wrongly for the umpteenth time. As usual there were people talking. Then this guy shouted at us as if he is out of control, and then he asked all the seniors to go downstairs. Then another guy came and continued shouting, saying they do this for us, they get nothing, they are just volunteers, why we complain to the higher ups about them, they even traced those people’s phone numbers, room number, IC, etc etc. Well, it was so real everyone was scared. In the end it was just a surprise for those people who had their birthday that week. Crazy people doing crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the rest of my day, I registered for my course this morning, took around 2 hours. Then rest time until 1430, where we had briefing on the campus library. We can even borrow books from other universities. And we were told our student card can allow us to visit any library in Malaysian government’s universities. The best part about our library is that they have “Wireless Printing”. We can top up our student card with some money, register at a counter, and when we need to print something, all we need to do is upload our documents into some server anywhere within the campus. Then we can scan our student card at the printer or somewhere and choose the file to be printed. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow is the last day of orientation, will be having long break from around 1230 to 1900.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-6259793872617527748?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/6259793872617527748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=6259793872617527748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6259793872617527748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6259793872617527748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-people-does-crazy-thing.html' title='Crazy People Does Crazy Thing'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-4767953920609003734</id><published>2011-09-12T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:05:01.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>0159 Saturday 10th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had a forum on “Integrity” tonight. I didn’t listen, only played worms on hand phone and slept a little. In the morning we had a session on something about our courses. Then we went to our respective schools after lunch. The lecturers were nice, and we can ask questions during tutorials and classes, unlike what some people told me that “you have to study yourself, the lecturer won’t care about you”. In fact, they have to respond to our questions and problems, even if we send them emails. But we have to respect their office hours and appointments and the like. That’s it for today, quite an uneventful one. Though I got a little excited to start studying right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-4767953920609003734?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/4767953920609003734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=4767953920609003734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4767953920609003734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4767953920609003734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-1371783009444249260</id><published>2011-09-12T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:03:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>1728 Thursday 8th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just bathe. Today we were officially students of USM. Yeah! We had a “Walkrobik Kampus” where every first-year student, according to their respective hostels, all gather at one place and walk to the stadium. We then had cheering competition where the team who shout the loudest and has the best group cheer wins. I didn’t win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tonight, we are having free dinner with the vice chancellor. As usual, formal attire. It’s expected to start after 2000, and I’m already hungry right now. Grrrr. Anyway, tonight will be the most relaxing night we have since coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally have my bed sheet and pillow case today. I will be fined if I don’t have those. And they’re in green. “Go green” eh? And tonight I was back at my room at 2325. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow I’ll be registering for my courses. Hope I don’t get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-1371783009444249260?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/1371783009444249260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=1371783009444249260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1371783009444249260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1371783009444249260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-2320243934450587524</id><published>2011-09-12T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:04:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>0141 Wednesday 7th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today I went back to my room at 0130. Again. By again I mean yesterday was the same. Reached my room at 0130 in the morning. Set my alarm at 0600, woke at 0645 when my roommate went to bathe (it was already late). Have to be down for breakfast by 0600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow we have to register for our co-curricular activities. I wanted to join the&lt;br /&gt;jazz band to learn to play the saxophone, but only musicians who already know how to play can join. Never mind then. I wanted to join the scouts/rovers next, but it’s held EVERY SATURDAY, and if you miss once (for uniformed bodies) you’ll get a grade F for that year. I want to go home. So I decided not to join any co-curricular activities for the first semester (it’s not compulsory for the whole duration of study) and wait for more detailed information on other co-curricular activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About my roommate, he’s very tall, the tallest in the whole of first year students, and about half a head taller than me (I didn’t measure properly) and he’s very gentle and slow-motioned. The kind of people I like to live with. He doesn’t talk much too, doesn’t have friends (from what I observed), not vulgar, do not smoke, tidy, the kind of person I like to stay with. And oh, I’m living on the 7th floor, but don’t be happy, there are four lifts here. The air is cool especially at night because I’m staying about quarter way up a hill and I’m on the 7th floor. Quite cold without a shirt on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I won’t be posting this until I register for the wireless which can be done after I get my student card (I think) which I will get on Monday. Now, I’ll go release my bowels, wash my face, and then I’ll play chess with my ancestor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-2320243934450587524?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/2320243934450587524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=2320243934450587524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2320243934450587524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2320243934450587524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-1912066380488508715</id><published>2011-09-06T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T03:11:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USM</title><content type='html'>USM, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part of leaving is the packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-1912066380488508715?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/1912066380488508715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=1912066380488508715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1912066380488508715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1912066380488508715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/09/usm.html' title='USM'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-3278991733956758664</id><published>2011-05-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:59:00.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth? Check the Bible!</title><content type='html'>I found something interesting on the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adam, (the man) was formed on the 8th day ?&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2:2 And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made.&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2:3 And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made.&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2:7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from what I read in the Bible, Genesis 1:27 says "So God created man......", and later on in verse 31 "God saw all that he had made.......the sixth day."&lt;br /&gt;Hence Acts 17:11 "......examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said was true."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-3278991733956758664?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/3278991733956758664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=3278991733956758664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3278991733956758664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3278991733956758664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/05/truth-check-bible.html' title='Truth? Check the Bible!'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-1081663437027189453</id><published>2011-05-02T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:10:51.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd May 2011</title><content type='html'>Just posting for the sake of posting ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-1081663437027189453?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/1081663437027189453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=1081663437027189453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1081663437027189453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1081663437027189453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2011/05/nd-may-20112.html' title='2nd May 2011'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-441525724919005845</id><published>2010-03-27T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:01:27.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God vs Science</title><content type='html'>'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist&lt;br /&gt;professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of&lt;br /&gt;his new students to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes sir,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you believe in God?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure! God's good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you good or evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Bible says I'm evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a&lt;br /&gt;moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here&lt;br /&gt;and you can cure him.. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you&lt;br /&gt;try?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes sir, I would.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you're good...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wouldn't say that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you&lt;br /&gt;could. Most of us would if we could.. But God doesn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't,&lt;br /&gt;does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he&lt;br /&gt;prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you&lt;br /&gt;answer that one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student remains silent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water&lt;br /&gt;from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Er..yes,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is Satan good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then where does Satan come from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student falters. 'From God'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil&lt;br /&gt;in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, sir.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything correct??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created&lt;br /&gt;everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to&lt;br /&gt;the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality?&lt;br /&gt;Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this&lt;br /&gt;world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So who created them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his&lt;br /&gt;question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the&lt;br /&gt;lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is&lt;br /&gt;mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues onto another student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use&lt;br /&gt;to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No sir. I've never seen Him..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I have not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelled your&lt;br /&gt;Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or&lt;br /&gt;God for that matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yet you still believe in him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol,&lt;br /&gt;science says your God doesn't exist.. What do you say to that, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science&lt;br /&gt;has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of&lt;br /&gt;His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And is there such a thing as cold?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, son, there's cold too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No sir, there isn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat,&lt;br /&gt;unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't&lt;br /&gt;have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero,&lt;br /&gt;which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no&lt;br /&gt;such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the&lt;br /&gt;lowest -458 degrees.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits&lt;br /&gt;energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit&lt;br /&gt;energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see,&lt;br /&gt;sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We&lt;br /&gt;cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat&lt;br /&gt;is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of&lt;br /&gt;it..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it&lt;br /&gt;isn't darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence&lt;br /&gt;of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light,&lt;br /&gt;flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing&lt;br /&gt;and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to&lt;br /&gt;define the word.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make&lt;br /&gt;darkness darker, wouldn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This&lt;br /&gt;will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to&lt;br /&gt;start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can&lt;br /&gt;you explain how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains..&lt;br /&gt;'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a&lt;br /&gt;bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite,&lt;br /&gt;something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'&lt;br /&gt;'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less&lt;br /&gt;fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is&lt;br /&gt;to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive&lt;br /&gt;thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved&lt;br /&gt;from a monkey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man,&lt;br /&gt;yes, of course I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes&lt;br /&gt;where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and&lt;br /&gt;cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you&lt;br /&gt;not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a&lt;br /&gt;preacher?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is in uproar... The student remains silent until the commotion&lt;br /&gt;has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student,&lt;br /&gt;let me give you an example of what I mean.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who&lt;br /&gt;has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into&lt;br /&gt;laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt&lt;br /&gt;the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No&lt;br /&gt;one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of&lt;br /&gt;empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have&lt;br /&gt;no brain, with all due respect, sir.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures,&lt;br /&gt;sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the room is silent.. The professor just stares at the student, his&lt;br /&gt;face unreadable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to take them on faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with&lt;br /&gt;life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as&lt;br /&gt;evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see&lt;br /&gt;it everyday It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It&lt;br /&gt;is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it&lt;br /&gt;does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.. It is&lt;br /&gt;just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe&lt;br /&gt;the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of&lt;br /&gt;what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness&lt;br /&gt;that comes when there is no light.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student was Albert Einstein. Albert Einstein did write a book&lt;br /&gt;titled God vs... Science in 1921...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when&lt;br /&gt;you finished, mail to your friends and family with the title 'God vs&lt;br /&gt;Science'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For we walk by faith, not by sight." 2 Corinthians 5:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-441525724919005845?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/441525724919005845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=441525724919005845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/441525724919005845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/441525724919005845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-vs-science.html' title='God vs Science'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-6164224272228941685</id><published>2010-01-11T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:53:25.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day for the implementation of the government's new schooling system or whatever it is for Form 6 students. Basically we have to stay back, or school hours is until 4.05 p.m. for my school.&lt;br /&gt;What did we do today? Or what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Well, after school, or 1.10 p.m. I went to the canteen to have my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to class for further instructions since it's the first day.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see any teacher is 4.05p.m. At the school gate. In their car. Driving off.&lt;br /&gt;No teacher came into the class. So what did the students do? Go home. Yeah. I'm the only person left in my class.&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? Most students went back around 2p.m. some 3p.m. Me, 4p.m.&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, what time shall I go home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-6164224272228941685?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/6164224272228941685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=6164224272228941685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6164224272228941685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6164224272228941685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-2610837585377706022</id><published>2009-10-06T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:01:06.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012???</title><content type='html'>Last week, my friends asked me something. First he asked me whether Christians believe in the end of the world. I said yes. Then he told me somebody, a christian, went to a camp and said the end's going to come at year 2012. Then, just now I read Michelle Little Girl's blog, and she also said her friend said the end's going to come at 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? I could say it would come next year and given enough persistance and spreading, everyone would say it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe such things. We won't know when it's coming, just like you won't know whether it will rain or not. As simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-2610837585377706022?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/2610837585377706022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=2610837585377706022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2610837585377706022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2610837585377706022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/10/2012.html' title='2012???'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-7285409688668188791</id><published>2009-10-04T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:37:04.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex...</title><content type='html'>God created us male and female. Scientists studied about human DNA and genes and stuff. During the formation of gametes (sexual reproductive cells) the genes in our DNA are recombined in a different way so that we have different characteristics as our parents. According to studies, there are genes which controls hair color, skin color, and the list goes on. The are chromosomes that controls our gender. Males have XY-chromosomes and girl XX-chromosomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got from STARMAG (Sunday STAR), page SM4 or http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2009/10/4/lifefocus/4729310&amp;sec=lifefocus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Gender: A socially constructed system of classification that ascribes qualities of masculinity and femininity to people.&lt;br /&gt;[I understand it as : people see you as male/female on the outside.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Gender identity: The gender one sees oneself as – masculine/feminine, male/female, including refusing to label oneself with a gender. Gender identity does not cause sexual orientation. For example, a masculine woman is not necessarily a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;[I understand it as : who you are on the inside.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Sexual orientation: Aka sexuality, the deep-seated direction of one’s sexual (erotic) attraction, for example:&lt;br /&gt;·Heterosexual, or “straight” – a person who experiences sexual, emotional, and/or romantic attraction to a sex other than his own (“attraction to the opposite sex”).&lt;br /&gt;·Homosexual, or “gay” – a person who is attracted to the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;Given the extistence of intersexualism, transsexualism and transgenderism, these definitions are limiting and not entirely accurate.&lt;br /&gt;·Bisexual, or “bi” – a person who is attracted to two sexes or two genders (not necessarily simultaneously or equally.)&lt;br /&gt;·Pansexual – a person who is fluid in sexual orientation and/or gender identity.&lt;br /&gt;Transsexualism is not a sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;[I understand all these as : the sexual side of you determined by your abnormal genes (I consider these as an abnormality).]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Transsexual: Someone who experiences a mismatch between his/her biological sex and gender identity, and can be of any sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;According to reports from the Malaysian transsexual community, they number close to 20,000, says sociology Prof Teh Yik Koon from the National Defence University of Malaysia. (In her 2002 book, The Mak Nyahs: Malaysian Male to Female Transsexuals, she estimated their numbers at 10,000.)&lt;br /&gt;[I understand this as : serious abnormality in your sex chromosomes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Transitioning: A transsexual may undergo medical and/or surgical treatment to change his/her physical sex to match his/her gender identity. This is a complicated, multi-step process that can take years and may include sex reassignment surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[To me this is some crazy process where you change yourself from male to female and vice versa. Not recommended for sane and normal humans like you and me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Trans man: A female-to-male transition (FTM).&lt;br /&gt;[What I think : basically some crazy people.]&lt;br /&gt;Trans woman: A male-to-female transition (MTF).&lt;br /&gt;[What I think : more crazy people.]&lt;br /&gt;All transsexuals are transgender, or “trans” persons, but not all trans-persons are transsexuals.&lt;br /&gt;[This sentence means although some people are normal they still change their sex. Really really crazy people.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Transgender people: Those whose gender identities differ from the social expectations for the physical sex they were born with, including transvestites (cross-dressers), transgenderists (people who live mostly in a gender role different from their biological gender), gender queers (people who blur the boundaries of gender even further), and people who identify as neither female nor male. “Transgender” is not a sexual orientation; transgender people can be of any sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;[Comment : abnormal genes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a person can be in (secretive) or out (open with others) about his/her sexual orientation and gender identity in varying degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I get from The Star. Those in [] I added them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening actually? I have no idea, don't ask me. But there are somethings I'm curious about:&lt;br /&gt;1.What are the causes of these?&lt;br /&gt;My answer so far: abnormal sex chromosomes, parents drink too much alcohol or smoke too much or had some chemical in their bodies that causes the genes to become abnormal etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;2.How long has these been happening? Is it just recently or it had been happening for as long as the population of humans on this earth is enough to have this abnormality happen? Did they hide these part of themselves for fear of being burnt at stakes as witches or demons?&lt;br /&gt;3.Did God made them like this?&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities I could think of : if God made them like that, then it must be the problem with the formation of gametes. If it is because of humans, then, it's their own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's their fault actually. The Bible says sins are passed down for a few generations, if it is caused by sin. If it's caused by God, it's also not their fault. But those who change their physical sex are crazy, and those who are genetically normal and changes sex, that's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these phenomenon happens throughout the ages, why do people choose this time to come out to the open? Different way of thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many earthquakes and typhoons and floods and tsunami's all happen in one go... What next? Ice berg floating down from north pole aided by 100 typhoons and 500 tsunami's acquiring the speed of light and smashing it's way all over the globe and finally smash into the sun causing a supernova and then rampaging throughout the whole universe then the end of the world? Lol... How ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-7285409688668188791?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/7285409688668188791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=7285409688668188791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7285409688668188791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7285409688668188791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex.html' title='Sex...'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-6717396858778178865</id><published>2009-09-29T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:39:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this from http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/sky_blue.html</title><content type='html'>On a clear sunny day, the sky above us looks bright blue. In the evening, the sunset puts on a brilliant show of reds, pinks and oranges. Why is the sky blue? What makes the sunset red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer these questions, we must learn about light, and the Earth's atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ATMOSPHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is the mixture of gas molecules and other materials surrounding the earth. It is made mostly of the gases nitrogen (78%), and oxygen (21%). Argon gas and water (in the form of vapor, droplets and ice crystals) are the next most common things. There are also small amounts of other gases, plus many small solid particles, like dust, soot and ashes, pollen, and salt from the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The composition of the atmosphere varies, depending on your location, the weather, and many other things. There may be more water in the air after a rainstorm, or near the ocean. Volcanoes can put large amounts of dust particles high into the atmosphere. Pollution can add different gases or dust and soot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is densest (thickest) at the bottom, near the Earth. It gradually thins out as you go higher and higher up. There is no sharp break between the atmosphere and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHT WAVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light is a kind of energy that radiates, or travels, in waves. Many different kinds of energy travel in waves. For example, sound is a wave of vibrating air. Light is a wave of vibrating electric and magnetic fields. It is one small part of a larger range of vibrating electromagnetic fields. This range is called the electromagnetic spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electromagnetic waves travel through space at 299,792 km/sec (186,282 miles/sec). This is called the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy of the radiation depends on its wavelength and frequency. Wavelength is the distance between the tops (crests) of the waves. Frequency is the number of waves that pass by each second. The longer the wavelength of the light, the lower the frequency, and the less energy it contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLORS OF LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visible light is the part of the electromagnetic spectrum that our eyes can see. Light from the sun or a light bulb may look white, but it is actually a combination of many colors. We can see the different colors of the spectrum by splitting the light with a prism. The spectrum is also visible when you see a rainbow in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors blend continuously into one another. At one end of the spectrum are the reds and oranges. These gradually shade into yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. The colors have different wavelengths, frequencies, and energies. Violet has the shortest wavelength in the visible spectrum. That means it has the highest frequency and energy. Red has the longest wavelength, and lowest frequency and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHT IN THE AIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light travels through space in a straight line as long as nothing disturbs it. As light moves through the atmosphere, it continues to go straight until it bumps into a bit of dust or a gas molecule. Then what happens to the light depends on its wave length and the size of the thing it hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust particles and water droplets are much larger than the wavelength of visible light. When light hits these large particles, it gets reflected, or bounced off, in different directions. The different colors of light are all reflected by the particle in the same way. The reflected light appears white because it still contains all of the same colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas molecules are smaller than the wavelength of visible light. If light bumps into them, it acts differently. When light hits a gas molecule, some of it may get absorbed. After awhile, the molecule radiates (releases, or gives off) the light in a different direction. The color that is radiated is the same color that was absorbed. The different colors of light are affected differently. All of the colors can be absorbed. But the higher frequencies (blues) are absorbed more often than the lower frequencies (reds). This process is called Rayleigh scattering. (It is named after Lord John Rayleigh, an English physicist, who first described it in the 1870's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THE SKY BLUE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue color of the sky is due to Rayleigh scattering. As light moves through the atmosphere, most of the longer wavelengths pass straight through. Little of the red, orange and yellow light is affected by the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, much of the shorter wavelength light is absorbed by the gas molecules. The absorbed blue light is then radiated in different directions. It gets scattered all around the sky. Whichever direction you look, some of this scattered blue light reaches you. Since you see the blue light from everywhere overhead, the sky looks blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look closer to the horizon, the sky appears much paler in color. To reach you, the scattered blue light must pass through more air. Some of it gets scattered away again in other directions. Less blue light reaches your eyes. The color of the sky near the horizon appears paler or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLACK SKY AND WHITE SUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Earth, the sun appears yellow. If you were out in space, or on the moon, the sun would look white. In space, there is no atmosphere to scatter the sun's light. On Earth, some of the shorter wavelength light (the blues and violets) are removed from the direct rays of the sun by scattering. The remaining colors together appear yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, out in space, the sky looks dark and black, instead of blue. This is because there is no atmosphere. There is no scattered light to reach your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THE SUNSET RED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun begins to set, the light must travel farther through the atmosphere before it gets to you. More of the light is reflected and scattered. As less reaches you directly, the sun appears less bright. The color of the sun itself appears to change, first to orange and then to red. This is because even more of the short wavelength blues and greens are now scattered. Only the longer wavelengths are left in the direct beam that reaches your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky around the setting sun may take on many colors. The most spectacular shows occur when the air contains many small particles of dust or water. These particles reflect light in all directions. Then, as some of the light heads towards you, different amounts of the shorter wavelength colors are scattered out. You see the longer wavelengths, and the sky appears red, pink or orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MORE SIMPLER TERMS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light is a kind of energy that can travel through space. Light from the sun or a light bulb looks white, but it is really a mixture of many colors. The colors in white light are red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet. You can see these colors when you look at a rainbow in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is filled with air. Air is a mixture of tiny gas molecules and small bits of solid stuff, like dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sunlight goes through the air, it bumps into the molecules and dust. When light hits a gas molecule, it may bounce off in a different direction. Some colors of light, like red and orange, pass straight through the air. But most of the blue light bounces off in all directions. In this way, the blue light gets scattered all around the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look up, some of this blue light reaches your eyes from all over the sky. Since you see blue light from everywhere overhead, the sky looks blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In space, there is no air. Because there is nothing for the light to bounce off, it just goes straight. None of the light gets scattered, and the "sky" looks dark and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/sky_blue.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-6717396858778178865?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/6717396858778178865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=6717396858778178865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6717396858778178865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6717396858778178865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-this-from-httpwwwsciencemadesimpl.html' title='I got this from http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/sky_blue.html'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-7916215175214720034</id><published>2009-09-21T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:30:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Realise...</title><content type='html'>I don't see electricity. But I can see what it can do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see, fell, touch, smell, taste God, but I can see what he does. The people around me is proof of that. People in church, MYF, other churches, from all over Malaysia, bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the only thing to do now is to figure what is actually the problem. Give me time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-7916215175214720034?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/7916215175214720034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=7916215175214720034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7916215175214720034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7916215175214720034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realise.html' title='I Realise...'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-3162962736344702792</id><published>2009-08-27T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:12:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Little Girl</title><content type='html'>Dear `Whoever’,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, (Our romance is over). I think I realized it (When your dwarf bit me)(In your car) and I saw you (Drive over)(The Montreal Canadian’s goalie). I’m sure you’re (shamed) enough to understand (That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;). I’m returning your (Your toe ring) to you, but I’ll keep (Your photo with the mustache drawn on it) as a memory. You should also know that I (Will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard.) and (Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird).&lt;br /&gt;(Best of luck on the sex change),&lt;br /&gt;Yi Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~**~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how you do it:&lt;br /&gt;Dear (someone you recently talked to), I don’t really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and I saw you (4)(5). I’m sure you’re (6) enough to understand (7). I’m returning your (8) to you, but I’ll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;(Your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What’s the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue – I’m in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;Red – Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White – I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black -Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Green- Our socks don’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey – You’re a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – I’m selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt – Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you&lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January – That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;March – When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April – When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;May – When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;br /&gt;June – When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;August – When you smacked my ass&lt;br /&gt;September – Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;October – When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;November – When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December – When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos – When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;Chicken- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta – Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers – Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna – In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab – With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish – In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches – At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;Pizza – At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog – Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Other – With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What’s the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Red – Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Black – Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Blue – Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple – Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White – Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown – bit of&lt;br /&gt;Orange – Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot – Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other – Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What’s the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black – My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;White – My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;Purple – My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue – My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange – My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Other –The elephant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill – Senile&lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost – High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news – Scarred&lt;br /&gt;American Idol – Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy – Open&lt;br /&gt;Top Model – Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Other -shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy – How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad – How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored – That I get turned on only by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Angry – That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited – That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous – The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried – That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic – That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Silly – That I’m allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly – That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed – That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;br /&gt;Other – That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What’s the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White – Your toe ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red – The pictures from Vegas Black – Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue – The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green – Your car&lt;br /&gt;Orange – Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown – Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple – Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;Pink – The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other – Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B – My virginity&lt;br /&gt;C/D – Your photo with the mustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;E/F – Your neighbors dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H – The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;K/L – The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;M/N – Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;O/P – My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R – Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T – Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V – Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your sucide note&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B – Love your sweet, sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;C/D – Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L – Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;M/N – Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P – Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;Q/R – Always wanted to break your legs&lt;br /&gt;S/T – Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V – Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk – The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Water – I’m scratching my butt as you read this&lt;br /&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;br /&gt;Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey – I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia – Best of luck on the sex change&lt;br /&gt;France – Love always&lt;br /&gt;Spain – With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me Japan – Go milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;Greece – Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA – Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;England – Go drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Tim&lt;br /&gt;   2. Opposite of stone (get a blog up after your exam, and dont forget to do all the tags)&lt;br /&gt;   3. Jo-N&lt;br /&gt;   4. Whoever else sees this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-3162962736344702792?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/3162962736344702792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=3162962736344702792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3162962736344702792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3162962736344702792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-little-girl.html' title='Tagged By Little Girl'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-3465245161665908803</id><published>2009-08-26T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:43:09.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want... I Don't Want...</title><content type='html'>The following sentences starts with "I don't want"-&lt;br /&gt;- to go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;- to go to a place where I could not come back (like the past or something, except heaven).&lt;br /&gt;- to lose my friends (if it were a few years ago I wouldn't mind).&lt;br /&gt;- to study in order to gain knowledge which is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;- my life to have a sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;- to hear people say I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;- to hate people.&lt;br /&gt;- to have a girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;- to lose in anything in any aspect.&lt;br /&gt;- to experience fear which comes from calamity (be it nature or man-made).&lt;br /&gt;- to have an incurable or deadly disease.&lt;br /&gt;- to get involved in addicting activities (drugs and stuff).&lt;br /&gt;- to go for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Plus some other things which I'm lazy to think of or wouldn't post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following sentences starts with "I want"-&lt;br /&gt;- super memory which lets me remember everything I want and forget everything I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;- lots of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;- happiness which comes from God.&lt;br /&gt;- to be like Abraham, many descendants.&lt;br /&gt;- to be someone who likes to do what he is supposed to do and only does what is right without &lt;br /&gt;  any negative consequences. But God seemed to make it impossible. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;- to play like a professional.&lt;br /&gt;Plus some other things which I'm lazy to think of or wouldn't post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-3465245161665908803?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/3465245161665908803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=3465245161665908803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3465245161665908803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3465245161665908803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-i-dont-want.html' title='I Want... I Don&apos;t Want...'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-568157344372773648</id><published>2009-08-22T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:23:53.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Autobiography</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, Fill this out and repost as, "My Autobiography" And use your own answers, not anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Underwear, jeans, shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;How to answer the next dunno-how-many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;I won't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;Define large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddie movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any languages?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close with passed away?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;I did, but, no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;Um.... Not having what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1:=====================&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;I dun have one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;Stone, Rockie.... You're not supposed to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location:&lt;br /&gt;Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;Something dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2:=====================&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get along well with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Define that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites===========================&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Season:&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;Dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You...===========================&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;I did before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you write on your hand?&lt;br /&gt;I did before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back?&lt;br /&gt;Call people, yes, all people back, no, I usually miss call ppl to call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any mental health issues?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Maybe I have? Do I? Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You...=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sprained anything?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had physical therapy?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Taken painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling?&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sworn in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Had detention?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie you watched:.&lt;br /&gt;A complete one? Flywheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three people to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Tim, Ah Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you called?&lt;br /&gt;Sam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you tackled?&lt;br /&gt;You mean during football game or person of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you talked to on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;I never talk to ppl on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Rose syrup? Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thing you said?&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it now. "What"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I END MY SENTENCES===============================&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex: perince in driving is a little more than one year.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love: to love.&lt;br /&gt;4. People would say that I: am a boy.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't understand: God.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I wake up in the morning: I realised I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost my: way sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;8. Life is full of: life.&lt;br /&gt;9. My past: is increasing.&lt;br /&gt;10. I get annoyed very quickly when: people annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;11. Parties are: held by people.&lt;br /&gt;12. I wish life was/had: [had] more life to it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Dogs are: animals.&lt;br /&gt;14. Cats are: animals too.&lt;br /&gt;15. Tomorrow is: probably my last day on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a low tolerance for: something.&lt;br /&gt;17. If I had a million dollars I would: do something with it.&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm totally terrified of: not know what is going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags:&lt;br /&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;Opposite of stone ( get a blog la, or post on facebook )&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else? oh yeah, YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-568157344372773648?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/568157344372773648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=568157344372773648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/568157344372773648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/568157344372773648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-autobiography.html' title='My Autobiography'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-4198435895640023993</id><published>2009-08-14T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:18:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something from My Mind - Kids</title><content type='html'>At church, there are lots of kids.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are playful.&lt;br /&gt;This morning before church school started I saw 3 kids bullying a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Three against one.&lt;br /&gt;They kept hitting him and running away.&lt;br /&gt;The kid remained quite calm, but I can see he's aggravated too.&lt;br /&gt;If I am not a good boy I would knock their heads together.&lt;br /&gt;When church school started i can see that his arms are all red.&lt;br /&gt;And there's this kid who can't stay still.&lt;br /&gt;My mom have to always drag him around.&lt;br /&gt;And there's another kid.&lt;br /&gt;He's intelligent, and he's eager for attention.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's graduated and he attends MYF.&lt;br /&gt;He's somehow weird, opposite of me.&lt;br /&gt;And his peers of the same age despise him.&lt;br /&gt;They will jeer at him.&lt;br /&gt;Bully him.&lt;br /&gt;And during church school time they won't play with him.&lt;br /&gt;At MYF he's very eager to show that he knows things. He wants attention.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's a nice kid. But he's kind of alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on to another kid.&lt;br /&gt;A small kid this time.&lt;br /&gt;A small kid who will just come to me and "play" with me whenever she sees me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not a very "kid" person.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how kids are innocent and they don't care who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm not a kid anymore, I sometimes missed my younger days.( not that I'm old, but I have my younger days )&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can't relax in peace.&lt;br /&gt;There are always unwanted things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But if I ignore them something bad will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Such as not studying etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I never cared about these things.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I could read books as much as I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I were to read a long book, I might forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;I might even lack sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I really read a book.&lt;br /&gt;And there's the future to think about.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I seldom think about the future.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say never.&lt;br /&gt;If it were to be put into an equation, where x = thoughts about the future, I would say x = o.1^infinity.&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know the value it's very small.&lt;br /&gt;I think I deviated from half the topic.&lt;br /&gt;So, back to topic, I think kids are nice, good, and whatever words in the dictionary which have similar meaning to good and nice.&lt;br /&gt;So, be nice to kids, don't knock their heads together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 18:3 And He said:"I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;Kids are innocent, pure and simple minded. When they believe in something they believe will all their heart. But as we grow older, our minds develops and we think more. We will start to doubt God.&lt;br /&gt;This is something somebody at sometime told me:&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is believing without any doubts. We have faith in a chair. We have faith that the chair would support our weight when we sit on it. We don't think twice when sitting on a chair." ( I rephrased the sentence, I was quite a long time ago )&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, that's the kind of faith a child has. God wants us to have that kind of faith. Do we have faith like a kid? Do we believe in God like we have faith in a chair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-4198435895640023993?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/4198435895640023993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=4198435895640023993' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4198435895640023993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4198435895640023993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-from-my-mind-kids.html' title='Something from My Mind - Kids'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-218169454947639035</id><published>2009-08-04T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:05:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind Of Girl</title><content type='html'>Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you a guy- post this as my kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;if your a girl- post it as my kind of boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you need him/her to be good looking??&lt;br /&gt;Preferably so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;Not smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;Younger than me by one to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Up till somewhere around my chin or nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;One for each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;Not extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;White or a little darker also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;Flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;Can also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, except for alcohol and other bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;What? No. I've seen someone put on braces and she looks less lookable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. stunner?&lt;br /&gt;Not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;Better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;I said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;Not until my cash all gone into books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;No need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;As long as the bill ain't high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser&lt;br /&gt;Why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. loves children??&lt;br /&gt;Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few:&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Opposite of Stone (get a blog, I dun care)&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-218169454947639035?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/218169454947639035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=218169454947639035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/218169454947639035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/218169454947639035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-kind-of-girl.html' title='My Kind Of Girl'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-6239755550776906779</id><published>2009-08-02T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:18:35.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of A Crazy Driver</title><content type='html'>Well, this afternoon after school, I burned my tires. Burned as in produces a lot of heat until it releases a 'burnt-rubber' odor and smoke/dust. That's what happened. Why? It's because of crazy drivers. Well, in front of my school there is a place to make a U-turn, and after school there are a lot of car, therefore there are lots of car queue-ing up to make a U-turn. then this crazy driver cut the queue and stop at the lane beside it, which means right in front of me, and naturally I stepped on the brake, honked till my horn exploded ( I'm exaggerating ) and managed to cross the traffic light before it turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the driver don't have much skill in cutting queue, if it were to be me I'd just stop my car right in front of the queue and speed off ASAP. It's all about speed. Same for the roundabout. You have to be fast and your car have to be small. A lorry can't make it. A Mercedes can't make it. I mean during busy hours, cause if it's not busy hour, why cut queue anyway? Besides, it's nice to do something out of the normal. Example, speeding past cars and overtaking cars with small spaces in between them. It isn't something you do since you were young. Some people never had the chance to experience it. I know it's dangerous, therefore you must have good judgement and considerable driving skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drivers follow your car very closely. It's because they want you to make way for them. But sometimes they went overboard. Last month a Proton Wira came very close to my car - from 0 km/h until 60 km/h, practically sticking to my car. That's an extremely crazy driver, with a high acceleration and that close, it's easy to knock the person in front. I purposely touched the brake pedal ( the brake lights went on but there were no deceleration ). The driver braked and skidded. Well, that's crazy. He is crazy. I'm not that crazy. I'm still sane. I still want my life. Take that! You crazy driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More crazy things I did before :&lt;br /&gt;1. Squeezing into small spaces with barely millimeters to spare.&lt;br /&gt;2. Making U-turns at a little more then 20 km/h during rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, just remind me ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-6239755550776906779?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/6239755550776906779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=6239755550776906779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6239755550776906779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6239755550776906779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart-of-crazy-driver.html' title='Heart of A Crazy Driver'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-2227657191421708007</id><published>2009-07-24T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:35:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Time</title><content type='html'>This year's Christmas party, lets start at 6.30 and end at 10, do lots of things, reach a target of 100 people, invite people from churches in Alor Star ( youths only, plus counselor ), need lots of funds and space, maybe we'll sit on the floor with carpet, 1 hour or more of worship/concert, then play games with prizes, 3 or more games running simultaneously, and there will be lots of pizza, partially home made, then after that we'll get everybody to clean the church, and we'll stay overnight!!! We'll be temporary guards for the church, then next day we'll have sunrise service!!! Means we'll be having Christmas party on the 31st because this year's 25th is on a Friday. Then in the afternoon we'll have a New Year party!!! Woo Hoo~~ But I forgot... There will be people going for NS... And JS, and whatever 'S'es there is. School, sand walking, sea drinking, selling star fish, sighthearing, Sunday legal gatherings, Sunday school ( or Friday ), anymore 'S'es? I guess not. Well, back to reality. Man, have to start making pizzas. For further information please call the toll-free hotline 1300-88-2525 to place your orders, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-2227657191421708007?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/2227657191421708007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=2227657191421708007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2227657191421708007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2227657191421708007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-time.html' title='Dream Time'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-4713068493247752585</id><published>2009-07-23T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:56:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Tim</title><content type='html'>1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll prefer not to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you like me at all?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;Muscle man... Look in the mirror half naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What reminds you of me.&lt;br /&gt;Your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Well enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;Now is 10 p.m.... Um... 2 hours 45 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is my best attribute?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG :&lt;br /&gt;-Celina (If you really visit my blog you're gonna get it)&lt;br /&gt;-Joyce&lt;br /&gt;-Joanne&lt;br /&gt;-You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-4713068493247752585?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/4713068493247752585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=4713068493247752585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4713068493247752585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4713068493247752585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-tim.html' title='Tagged by Tim'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-1219503365747811485</id><published>2009-07-10T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:51:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff Straight from My Mind</title><content type='html'>Let's rock this world to it's core! Yeah man, I'm gonna cut my hair. I'm gonna play with the effector later. I might whack the drums. Someone gave me a verse which Aunty Peh Lan had been looking for a long time. It's 1 Cor 11:14. I'll write more on my hair after I return OK? I have to go to the toilet now. I'm back. I'm sleepy. Back from hair cut. Weird. My head itches. I mean my hair is weird. Ok. I'm going now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-1219503365747811485?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/1219503365747811485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=1219503365747811485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1219503365747811485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1219503365747811485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-stuff-straight-from-my-mind.html' title='Random Stuff Straight from My Mind'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-5113475843209500768</id><published>2009-07-07T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:56:38.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, update, form 6, very deep, as in learn deep things, you know what I mean, cause it's not easy, not hard either, maths answers are long, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;About teachers, MUET teacher like don't know how to teach, yeah, chemistry too fast, hard understand, partly because my foundation not good. But go tuition can learn better.&lt;br /&gt;General Paper sucked as expected. Physics teacher can teach, but I don't remember, better learn properly at tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Enough for academics, now for social, I found somebody who is also weird, who is unique in a special way like me, although we are the opposite, meaning I'm stone and the other person is the opposite of stone, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got some ideas for my future. Maybe if my music improve a lot and i managed to learn some music theory maybe I'll join or make or whatever-word-to-use a band. Or maybe I'll go into ministry or maybe even learn some deep stuff like quantum physics or astronomy, or maybe things relation to the theory of relativity or nuclear thing or experiment with light-speed-transport or wormholes or black holes or time travel which I think is impossible no matter how humans research it, unless God wants human to succeed, which in my opinion is most likely not.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and some days ago I decided to really train myself to be a leader, although I don't know how, but according to my experience in life (18 years) things will just work out fine. So I don't have to worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to improve on my music and singing because I can't sing at all.&lt;br /&gt;And at facebook people keep on buying my pets away from me, maybe because I bought their pets away from them first, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that's all, is it all? Should be all, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-5113475843209500768?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/5113475843209500768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=5113475843209500768' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/5113475843209500768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/5113475843209500768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update!!!'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-2705041940708356049</id><published>2009-06-13T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:25:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Michelle</title><content type='html'>1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Yi Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you like me at all?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, cause you're little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What reminds you of me.&lt;br /&gt;Your photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Very litle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When’s the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is my best attribute?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG :&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-2705041940708356049?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/2705041940708356049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=2705041940708356049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2705041940708356049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2705041940708356049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-michelle.html' title='Tagged by Michelle'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-6006606960602781140</id><published>2009-06-13T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:08:19.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Joanne</title><content type='html'>1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Yi Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm... For get d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you like me at all?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;Periuk. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Periuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What reminds you of me.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how well you think I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is my best attribute?&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tagging...&lt;br /&gt;~You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-6006606960602781140?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/6006606960602781140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=6006606960602781140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6006606960602781140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/6006606960602781140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-joanne.html' title='Tagged by Joanne'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-7091288315559141397</id><published>2009-06-05T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:54:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Besides your lips, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I dun have best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks ya... Owe ya big time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;How to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wearing any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Lucky Persons to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...who wants?&lt;br /&gt;1. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;2. Sam&lt;br /&gt;3. Daniel T&lt;br /&gt;4. Sam Foo&lt;br /&gt;5. You&lt;br /&gt;6. You&lt;br /&gt;7. Joanne&lt;br /&gt;8. Tim&lt;br /&gt;9. You&lt;br /&gt;10.You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together, would it be a good match?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;br /&gt;Recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2?&lt;br /&gt;His name is Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 and no.6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like no.8?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-7091288315559141397?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/7091288315559141397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=7091288315559141397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7091288315559141397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7091288315559141397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-1387581052704305346</id><published>2009-06-05T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:32:35.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>1. Last beverage:&lt;br /&gt;Except from plain water... Milo?&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call:&lt;br /&gt;Cang Ling&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message:&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I'll tell you?&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to:&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried:&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice:&lt;br /&gt;Not even once.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special:&lt;br /&gt;Lost?&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed:&lt;br /&gt;Define depressed.&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up:&lt;br /&gt;Never drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dark Purple&lt;br /&gt;13. Black and Bright white&lt;br /&gt;14. Bright green/Apple green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend:&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I made many new friends.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love:&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe will change, but changed? No.&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were:&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life:&lt;br /&gt;You count for me k?&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have:&lt;br /&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;Define pets.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday:&lt;br /&gt;As usual... Wake up, online, eat, bathe, sleep...&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today:&lt;br /&gt;After 7 before 8.&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night:&lt;br /&gt;SMS.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for:&lt;br /&gt;A thing? None.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother:&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life :&lt;br /&gt;I would want a better set of genes.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now:&lt;br /&gt;The flowing of air out of the air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now:&lt;br /&gt;Something, but no idea.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage:&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name:&lt;br /&gt;Chew Yi Hong&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;Stone, the rest I'm lazy to recall.&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status:&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;Dun care.&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female :&lt;br /&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary?:&lt;br /&gt;SJK(C) PUMPONG...&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School?:&lt;br /&gt;SMJK Keat Hwa 2&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?&lt;br /&gt;SMJK Keat Hwa&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour:&lt;br /&gt;Dark, most probably black.&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short:&lt;br /&gt;Define long, but according to Keat Hwa student's perspective, long.&lt;br /&gt;46. Height:&lt;br /&gt;More then 1.6 m.&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?:&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18... What you think?&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?:&lt;br /&gt;My learning ability in aspects of studies, games, driving, and such. In short I like my brain.&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty:&lt;br /&gt;Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend:&lt;br /&gt;I dun have best friend.&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined:&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers:&lt;br /&gt;Last year I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to:&lt;br /&gt;Do the next question.&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;The tapping of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting on:&lt;br /&gt;A reply from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?:&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?:&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?:&lt;br /&gt;What God wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses:&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller:&lt;br /&gt;Shorter.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger:&lt;br /&gt;Younger.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud:&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;br /&gt;The latter.&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor:&lt;br /&gt;Beer?&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart:&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me about it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down:&lt;br /&gt;In what aspect?&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died:&lt;br /&gt;I cried after...&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?:&lt;br /&gt;In what aspect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles:&lt;br /&gt;Never seen any.&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;Love? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus:&lt;br /&gt;If you dress up as one, yes.&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date:&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels:&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time:&lt;br /&gt;Never had any.&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?&lt;br /&gt;In what aspect?&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?&lt;br /&gt;1 second before. There is no point in doing that.&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;30th February.&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...before this, I tag people 1st...&lt;br /&gt;1. Sam&lt;br /&gt;2. Potato Sam&lt;br /&gt;3. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;4. Tim&lt;br /&gt;5. You&lt;br /&gt;6. You&lt;br /&gt;7. You&lt;br /&gt;8. You&lt;br /&gt;9. You&lt;br /&gt;10.You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-1387581052704305346?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/1387581052704305346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=1387581052704305346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1387581052704305346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1387581052704305346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-3766279283430269667</id><published>2009-05-31T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:51:34.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my dear friend...</title><content type='html'>Go get it yourself I tried posting here it went all cacated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/j/jerryc/canon_rock_tab.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-3766279283430269667?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/3766279283430269667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=3766279283430269667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3766279283430269667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3766279283430269667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-my-dear-friend.html' title='For my dear friend...'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-5286526901401662851</id><published>2009-05-25T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:03:27.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 6</title><content type='html'>I'm back on this blog... Welcome myself...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Form 6 is interesting, tiring (have to take naps everyday) and well, tuition is long, 2.5 hours per class.&lt;br /&gt;Physics is OK, Maths is fun, Chemistry boring, PA is partly fun, because I don't like the essay part, and MUET is, normal.&lt;br /&gt;About teachers, lets start from the least-liked.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly is my Physics teacher. He will come into the class, and without a word or acknowledging the students (even though we greet him), he will just start the lesson by "OK class we continue yesterday, bla bla bla... Then he will just write and explain then give us exercise to do.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly is my PA-essay part teacher. He will put up a power point presentation, read from it, while we copy, and he will read slowly, like he haven't eaten for days. Enough about him.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly is Chemistry teacher. She can teach well, but, a bit fast in terms of speaking and she uses power point too. For every part of the syllabus she taught she will teach us to do questions. Quite a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly is Maths teacher. Well, you can say he is not up to his word(s). During the first lesson he says that he doesn't care whether we pay attention in class or not, and he don't care whether we are absent or not. But recently he's been scolding students who are talking and not paying attention. By the way, you can see that he's excited when he is teaching. &lt;br /&gt;Fifth is my PA-Maths or whatever-you-call-it part teacher. He is funny, and he likes to "bomb" a lot. Good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly is MUET teacher. Well, I think he is the best because he interacts with the students a lot and the 1st thing he did during the 1st lesson is to discipline us and to get to know our names. There is a lot of participation from the students.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, more to come as the year goes by......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-5286526901401662851?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/5286526901401662851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=5286526901401662851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/5286526901401662851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/5286526901401662851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/05/form-6.html' title='Form 6'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-7878116557073239487</id><published>2009-03-12T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:16:18.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Results</title><content type='html'>Please don't ask me anymore ok? I'm tired of replying your messages.&lt;br /&gt;I got all A1 (7) except 4 B4's which is BM, Moral and BC. I got D7 for BK. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-7878116557073239487?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/7878116557073239487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=7878116557073239487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7878116557073239487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/7878116557073239487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm-results.html' title='SPM Results'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-3839565351333966145</id><published>2009-02-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:45:00.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Youth Prayer Gathering</title><content type='html'>LYPG is basically a gathering where youth gather together to pray. In Alor Star, it was 1st held at FGC and will be held every fortnightly. This 13th March it will be held at our church, WMC Alor Star, 4.15 p.m. to 515 p.m. Please come if you can!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-3839565351333966145?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/3839565351333966145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=3839565351333966145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3839565351333966145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/3839565351333966145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/02/local-youth-prayer-gathering.html' title='Local Youth Prayer Gathering'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-4164360457917773879</id><published>2009-02-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:09:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Results!!!</title><content type='html'>I have news that SPM results will be out this 12th March!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-4164360457917773879?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/4164360457917773879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=4164360457917773879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4164360457917773879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/4164360457917773879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/02/spm-results.html' title='SPM Results!!!'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-2650391988095772750</id><published>2009-02-23T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:25:39.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Memories'/><title type='text'>Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SaJceefccfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7CxWRd49Pxk/s1600-h/DSCN6157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SaJceefccfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7CxWRd49Pxk/s320/DSCN6157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305904989646647794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My JS cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;All of these reminds me of JS...&lt;br /&gt;The 2 books are my diary and Bible... Diary reminds me of what occurred in JS, the Bible reminds me that I grew closer to God during JS, and also its the same Bible as Han Yun's.&lt;br /&gt;The stone on my diary ( blue ) is my nickname, Stone!!! The two bands I broke are given by Sarah Yong ( sorry ).&lt;br /&gt;The ping pong ball signifies Captain Ball.&lt;br /&gt;The pick on the right and the drumsticks reminds me of the jamming times with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;The orange present is given my the guy's mentors ( its a cup ).&lt;br /&gt;The brush is to remind me that i first handwash my clothes at JS.&lt;br /&gt;The file behind is what I learned at JS.&lt;br /&gt;The tracts on the left is given for evangelistic purposes.&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate mirror is given my Aunty Choy Quin.&lt;br /&gt;The Rubik Cube I bought at Gurney Plaza reminds me of Melissa Joy. She likes my cube.&lt;br /&gt;The burger reminds me of Michael. He likes Ramli burger.&lt;br /&gt;The comb, well, I comb my hair a lot till all of you make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;The black card is given by Winnie.&lt;br /&gt;The US dollar bill given by Reverend Ong has the inscription "In God We Trust".&lt;br /&gt;The yellow paper is our mass event "Break Free" flier, giant version.&lt;br /&gt;Behind is the map of taiping.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SaJcecLRkkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qqXgb2Fvwa0/s1600-h/DSCN6160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SaJcecLRkkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qqXgb2Fvwa0/s320/DSCN6160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305904989025178178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words on the card reads:&lt;br /&gt;The Truth Shall Set You Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death. - Romans 8 : 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-2650391988095772750?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/2650391988095772750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=2650391988095772750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2650391988095772750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/2650391988095772750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-memories.html' title='Sweet Memories'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SaJceefccfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7CxWRd49Pxk/s72-c/DSCN6157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-520968958128859310</id><published>2009-01-26T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:34:17.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremiah School 2009'/><title type='text'>Jeremiah School 2009</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah School is nice!!! Wow!!! A total of 22 teenagers attended JS, 11 girls and 11 boys plus 3 mentors [ Austin Sia, Herbet Tan and Chang Choy Quin ] attended. It is held at SUFES Campsite, Tapah. It is a school to raise up Christians to not only be future pastors, but also to encourage youths to be involved in full-time ministry for God ( I think ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at JS we have to wash our own clothes, by means of soaking and scrubbing ( no washing machine ). The schedule is quite packed and there are only lunch break, afternoon break or games, dinner break and supper before lights out. Light outs are observed strictly and no curfews ( according to Aunty Choy Quin, this is a school, not camp, therefore no curfews ). The food is nice there. We also had chapel time, every Tuesday and Thursday night, where every student get a chance to share whatever they want to share. Personally I think it is a good practice as not everbody had ever shared before ( including me ). My chapel time is at 3rd February, right after the CNY break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things during JS, such as Conversational Ministry, how to meditate on God's word, the importance of evangelism, in which the Bible clearly states that we are to make disciples of all nations ( The Great Commision ). We also did the Freedom In Christ thing, how to study the Bible and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part of JS is the students there. We had built a Christian community where everyone be open to one another. It was quite hard at 1st but as the days go by, everyone sort of got closer to each other. Even I am surprised at myself ( if you know me you would know why ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted that i didn't bring my camera there. But I'll surely bring after this CNY break. Memories may fade but digital pictures do not. I surely do not want to forget my JS friends. I learned a lot of things from them, especially the fact that bring everything to God in prayer. They did it all the time, I don't even think about praying to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played captain ball everyday, as long as the conditions are right, such as permission from Aunty Choy Quin, no rain, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. More updates to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-520968958128859310?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/520968958128859310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=520968958128859310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/520968958128859310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/520968958128859310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeremiah-school-2009.html' title='Jeremiah School 2009'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-1109770436158725038</id><published>2009-01-03T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:02:01.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas, as always, has no much difference, go to church, exchange presents, Christmas party, so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;But, this year, 2009, we celebrated our 1st Christmas at the new sanctuary!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuH9UJwAzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BkYBCZRekRc/s1600-h/DSCN4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuH9UJwAzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BkYBCZRekRc/s320/DSCN4234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285968075100783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuH9lqIq2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/VQ904IL8_Dc/s1600-h/DSCN4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuH9lqIq2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/VQ904IL8_Dc/s320/DSCN4235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285968079800019810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our pastor!!! He looks so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuI1Ea0eVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h-ZhvaaIyh8/s1600-h/DSCN4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuI1Ea0eVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h-ZhvaaIyh8/s320/DSCN4236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285969032950085970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church service, we had lunch!!! Look at the amount of people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuLRB1QvNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mAuRJGWcHBo/s1600-h/DSCN4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuLRB1QvNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mAuRJGWcHBo/s320/DSCN4252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285971712315276498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuLRue4OOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o91wAviq1Jc/s1600-h/DSCN4253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuLRue4OOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o91wAviq1Jc/s320/DSCN4253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285971724300990690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lee is so nice to serve all of us.. hehe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuJL-eyOTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1-yy4J9ROr4/s1600-h/DSCN4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuJL-eyOTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1-yy4J9ROr4/s320/DSCN4260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285969426493094194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went home, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-1109770436158725038?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/1109770436158725038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=1109770436158725038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1109770436158725038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1109770436158725038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SVuH9UJwAzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BkYBCZRekRc/s72-c/DSCN4234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-231294733911176107</id><published>2008-12-16T22:20:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:57:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Gathering</title><content type='html'>This is posted for my friends, especially those who are not able to attend... ^^&lt;br /&gt;15th December 2008 - Joanne's house - 5 Bio 2008 ( Keat Hwa 2 ) - "Barbecue" Party&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of us attended, some missing due to certain known and unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUfBXX5Bu_I/AAAAAAAAADs/WebIQ-_7zBU/s1600-h/DSCN4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUfBXX5Bu_I/AAAAAAAAADs/WebIQ-_7zBU/s320/DSCN4187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401695409552370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note : The little boy is Joanne's neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food - Chicken wing, Drumstick, Sausages ( with and without cheese ), crab sticks, bananas ( Joanne's ) choice, fried noodles, nuggets, chicken ball, french fries. Overall it was too much to finish, they ( not me, I am only the driver and suggester/advisor, anything you want to call it ) overestimated by quite a big margin on the food, but underestimated by half on the drinks (orange juice ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, some of us, the "organizers" decided to go to Tesco to buy the things needed for the party. At eight in the morning. Yeah eight. I went there at eight of course, but just to find out that they meant 0800 - GMT +9 ( in case you do not know, Malaysia is GMT +8 ). One hour!!! Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent two hours sightseeing in the supermarket, and we carted RM160 worth of items into my car and to Joanne's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUfAge6Cd2I/AAAAAAAAADc/64s6tLgqauc/s1600-h/DSCN4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUfAge6Cd2I/AAAAAAAAADc/64s6tLgqauc/s320/DSCN4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400752400037730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by a wet market to buy bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUfBA1NCgQI/AAAAAAAAADk/Cs_AVkmBpjM/s1600-h/DSCN4086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUfBA1NCgQI/AAAAAAAAADk/Cs_AVkmBpjM/s320/DSCN4086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401308141125890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice available here [ 7 eleven ]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnvdSeQISI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X97w9V9sBlo/s1600-h/DSCN4115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnvdSeQISI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X97w9V9sBlo/s320/DSCN4115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281015324522586402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, I mean they had fun preparing food at Joanne's house. I took pictures all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnws4ZbaTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qKDJoHidKBc/s1600-h/DSCN4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnws4ZbaTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qKDJoHidKBc/s320/DSCN4094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281016691912567090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnwtb5-zvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_KZ4IPGjWnY/s1600-h/DSCN4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnwtb5-zvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_KZ4IPGjWnY/s320/DSCN4095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281016701444345586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnwt0oMEqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Z5CA7UwvsP0/s1600-h/DSCN4100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnwt0oMEqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Z5CA7UwvsP0/s320/DSCN4100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281016708080603810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnyrhoQ_1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/OcHwBFHGurc/s1600-h/DSCN4106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUnyrhoQ_1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/OcHwBFHGurc/s320/DSCN4106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281018867644170066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way to prepare drinks, in case you do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b07b945cca73fd06" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db07b945cca73fd06%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202087%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE42E02E3C2200BC132ED15B442C3D8856D9B43.1E96B0D7831415C3948118F7FB799E1C4AB3BF2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db07b945cca73fd06%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGw2kjCNvqOqUPsEo6c3NiMo1RQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db07b945cca73fd06%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202087%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE42E02E3C2200BC132ED15B442C3D8856D9B43.1E96B0D7831415C3948118F7FB799E1C4AB3BF2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db07b945cca73fd06%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGw2kjCNvqOqUPsEo6c3NiMo1RQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party starts at night. Look at the food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUxRBjZXWBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/V37Pik3KdmI/s1600-h/DSCN4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUxRBjZXWBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/V37Pik3KdmI/s320/DSCN4148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281685550122096658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbeque time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-231294733911176107?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b07b945cca73fd06&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/231294733911176107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=231294733911176107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/231294733911176107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/231294733911176107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2008/12/bio-gathering.html' title='Bio Gathering'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SUfBXX5Bu_I/AAAAAAAAADs/WebIQ-_7zBU/s72-c/DSCN4187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-5478854088616732314</id><published>2008-12-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:20:07.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>any1 reading my blog knows of a music player that i can place in my page which does not requires plugins and long loading times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-5478854088616732314?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/5478854088616732314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=5478854088616732314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/5478854088616732314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/5478854088616732314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2008/12/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886300691578359867.post-1547252940796746056</id><published>2008-12-06T21:46:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:04:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweens Camp</title><content type='html'>I went to this Tweens camp at Tapah (foothills of Cameron Highlands) recently...&lt;br /&gt;Its actually for kids 12 and 13 years old, so I went there as a junior helper.&lt;br /&gt;Meet our camp coordinator, Josephine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuVRE0IbwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gTqdRXP4SKY/s1600-h/DSCN3782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuVRE0IbwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gTqdRXP4SKY/s320/DSCN3782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975508977381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where everyone slept and had activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STt8kHLdNoI/AAAAAAAAABk/Vhv7nvi0HOo/s1600-h/DSCN4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STt8kHLdNoI/AAAAAAAAABk/Vhv7nvi0HOo/s320/DSCN4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276948348238902914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the canteen.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuWgz98jBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kSpPrncL1dI/s1600-h/DSCN3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuWgz98jBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kSpPrncL1dI/s320/DSCN3999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276976878844677138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuWhbyAC5I/AAAAAAAAACE/iRrCIgb4SYk/s1600-h/DSCN3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuWhbyAC5I/AAAAAAAAACE/iRrCIgb4SYk/s320/DSCN3695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276976889531992978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food isn't either bad nor good, the taste is ok, but the feel... Sometimes it feels too wet and sticky, which it isn't suppose to be.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STud4iSe3gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-mj0o1ZfXI4/s1600-h/DSCN3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STud4iSe3gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-mj0o1ZfXI4/s320/DSCN3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984982997229058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to be assigned as a group leader, just assistant group leader or anything, but I got the post of group leader and 1st aider...&lt;br /&gt;The camp consists of 17 boys and 24 girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STty12iz9oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V8VvIM2GWC0/s1600-h/DSCN4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STty12iz9oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V8VvIM2GWC0/s320/DSCN4006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276937657894827650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my group? I'm the guy in black on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STqDF9e9KVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5j0Q-fbiGd0/s1600-h/DSCN4012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STqDF9e9KVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5j0Q-fbiGd0/s400/DSCN4012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276674051844942162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From top left : Bryan, Michael, Joseph, Me&lt;br /&gt;From Bottom left : Yen Sien, Chui Peng, Adelynn, Voon Kee, Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the members from my group, Yen Sien and Chui Peng accepted Christ in this camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STt4l5WD-sI/AAAAAAAAABU/UzHlOpXsOao/s1600-h/DSCN4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STt4l5WD-sI/AAAAAAAAABU/UzHlOpXsOao/s320/DSCN4019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276943980838517442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STt4mJefAgI/AAAAAAAAABc/tiyswvjjd9I/s1600-h/DSCN4018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STt4mJefAgI/AAAAAAAAABc/tiyswvjjd9I/s320/DSCN4018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276943985168810498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke 15 : 7 "I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st I was not quite sure of how to be a group leader, so during the group discussion time I got Aunty Peh Lan, also the camp speaker to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STqF--2wcDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cve3rQrdFWw/s1600-h/DSCN3941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STqF--2wcDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cve3rQrdFWw/s320/DSCN3941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276677230489006130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also helped me to take over every morning devotion, because i don't do QT at all. So now I've decided to learn to do QT and try to do occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had many outdoor activities at the camp, including a night hike and stream trotting.&lt;br /&gt;During the night hike a girl without known reason refused to walk, so one of the oldest junior helper, Linus Lee help to carry her for some time until she can walk again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuag2wIYUI/AAAAAAAAACM/utspyCANnpc/s1600-h/DSCN3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuag2wIYUI/AAAAAAAAACM/utspyCANnpc/s320/DSCN3704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276981277638549826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuTdnHPbvI/AAAAAAAAABs/MaX9Y_0CpRA/s1600-h/DSCN3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuTdnHPbvI/AAAAAAAAABs/MaX9Y_0CpRA/s320/DSCN3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276973525319511794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stream trotting, a boy, whom doesn't do well with these kind of things, went very slowly. I think he's scared, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second day of camp, our camp commander, Samuel fell sick. He had fever and even vomited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STtwH5p1C4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EwKjZ5RKldU/s1600-h/DSCN3920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STtwH5p1C4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EwKjZ5RKldU/s320/DSCN3920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276934669432327042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually on the third day of camp Me and Joanne with the help of Uncle Jack accompanied him to the clinic in town. He felt better after that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STtwmznLVcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vqmhqXH0UGo/s1600-h/DSCN4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STtwmznLVcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vqmhqXH0UGo/s320/DSCN4027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276935200386536898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party during the last night of camp. During the party, every group has to act out a drama. One group got the prize for the best drama, and every got an encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ff672abe68b82a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ff672abe68b82a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202087%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71BBD06B644C21455465E92905EFCEAE0A1FB2FA.13ECD2F8C53EDA17006F64A6F17C2140BC58B46C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff672abe68b82a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnwnCQ9xVAsNOWsTpxRDhYW-s28Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ff672abe68b82a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202087%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71BBD06B644C21455465E92905EFCEAE0A1FB2FA.13ECD2F8C53EDA17006F64A6F17C2140BC58B46C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff672abe68b82a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnwnCQ9xVAsNOWsTpxRDhYW-s28Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last morning of camp, the camp officers played a "prank" on the camper : everyone's slippers were hidden somewhere. Everyone had to look for their slippers in their respective groups.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudANOI_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ty197IxcJNg/s1600-h/DSCN3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudANOI_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ty197IxcJNg/s320/DSCN3770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984015269199362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudAXtKsUI/AAAAAAAAACc/oFALHRNIfa8/s1600-h/DSCN3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudAXtKsUI/AAAAAAAAACc/oFALHRNIfa8/s320/DSCN3772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984018083688770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudAibBczI/AAAAAAAAACk/S6hqe8ay1w8/s1600-h/DSCN3983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudAibBczI/AAAAAAAAACk/S6hqe8ay1w8/s320/DSCN3983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984020960375602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they are just in that box under the table. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudA471OrI/AAAAAAAAACs/VxMjoAyv21Q/s1600-h/DSCN3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STudA471OrI/AAAAAAAAACs/VxMjoAyv21Q/s320/DSCN3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984027003566770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the camp is nice, and I might return to this camp again next year (2009) if I'm available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ I'll update this post once i get more photos... ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886300691578359867-1547252940796746056?l=kayz5575.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/feeds/1547252940796746056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886300691578359867&amp;postID=1547252940796746056' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1547252940796746056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886300691578359867/posts/default/1547252940796746056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayz5575.blogspot.com/2008/12/tweens-camp.html' title='Tweens Camp'/><author><name>Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842971914593771746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/SabAIMTimgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSmBxFbPz4k/S220/DSCN5851.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wJePltIUf0/STuVRE0IbwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gTqdRXP4SKY/s72-c/DSCN3782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
