<?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-7668329173526769590</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:49:43.094+08:00</updated><category term='Start off'/><title type='text'>Angel's Garden</title><subtitle type='html'>The Lord is with you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-8287004231167910939</id><published>2010-02-10T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:16:53.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Unexpected Guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  There was a girl name Meeka, a pretty girl, but just a little bit different from the rest of the students in the school. Her hair was raven black and as smooth as fine silk. Her eyes were as innocent as those of an angel, and her body was just irresistable. Despite all of that, and despite the fact that she seemed like a perfect girlfriend to boys, she was born with something missing, her intelligence. Her appearence may be like a regular fifteen year-old teenage, but her brain never worked like one. Deep down, she was just a five year-old kid. She was an easy prey with many predators stalking her, watching her, ready to pounce on her anytime. No one could blame her, she was just born like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  One of those 'predators' would of course be me and my gang of two more people, Thomas and Luke. Back then we were the older kids in school, the stronger ones, but the ones who were in the weakest class of all. We were an immature bunch, playing pranks on poor Meeka and tricking her for our own entertainment. We never expected that anything dangerous would happen, we didn't even think once about the consequences that might be fatal. After all, we were just teenagers, we were still young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  It all happened on that fateful day, when Meeka was wandering around near the gate of the school at around noon after being dismissed from the class for 'special' students. It was a ritual for us to play a little prank on her after school, and we all looked forward to it. Behind the great bricked wall was our usual 'meeting spot',  where we squatted down in a small circle devising a sinister plan to prank Meeka. We stared at each other, drew all sorts of strange diagrams on the sand, and thought for a long, long time. "Hey Felix, what about we use THAT thing to scare her?" asked Luke with a big grinn spreaded across his pimply face. I hesitated for a while, then, the most awesome of all ideas that I had ever came up with struck me! It was so brilliant that it sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I nudged Thomas to grab his attention and explained the great plan to both of them. Then we went up to Meeka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "Hey Meeka, want to play with us? We have something good to show you." I said, smiling while the two boys are giggling away behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "What thing... Uh... No you always t-trick me and-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "No NO! We are... Uhh... Going to play with you and give you a big lollipop!" Luke interupted hastily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "Yeah! A BIG lollipop!" Thomas added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "Lollipop? Okay!" Meeka meekly agreed as the boys and I smirked at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  All three of us walked her down the street to a place where hardly anyone goes to. There were old, wrecked, deserted warehouses sprawled everywhere, a perfect place to prank her and run away with no one looking and criticizing us. There beside that little white shed, I planted Meeka beside it and told her to wait there untill the boys and I return with the "Item". She nodded like an obedient child as we turned and walked away to another ruined shed, where we kept all the "items" safely. While we were strolling and chuckling, I noticed a fat man wearing a tattered singlet hiding behind a bush. I thought that he was just taking a pee so I ignored him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  We grabbed a small pail of slimy toads and headed back to where Meeka was. The thought of her screaming in fear, and running away makes me titter. Suddenly, there was a shriek from nearby, it sounded just like Meeka. We hurried to the white shed where she was waiting but there was no longer anyone around. My smile soon faded away as I remembered that fat guy I saw, then wild thoughts of Meeka being tortured or murdered soon filled my head. Then, there was another scream, a scream for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "Hey it's coming from that warehouse there!" yelled Thomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  We dashed towards the house and forced the doors open. There the fat man I saw scrambled away anxiously through the other exit. There Meeka laid on the cold concrete floor unconciously. There was blood smudged between her thighs and her skirt, she had been raped. "Oh my God, we're in deep trouble! They'll say it's our fault! What to do?!" Luke nervously exclaimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "Call the ambulance." I demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "But-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "I said call!" I bellowed, and looked furiously at them and blaming myself inwardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  She was sent away to the hospital a moment later, and we were eventually punnished heavily. Our parents were called up, and were almost expelled from the school. Even with all those, there was nothing more our parents could say to us. After all, we were just kids, we couldn't learn the easy way, we had to experience it the hard way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  We went to visit Meeka in the hospital two days later. Her mother was beside her, reading a book to dear Meeka, who was her only daughter. Thomas and Luke, and I felt extremely regretful at that very moment, we couldn't bring ourself to face the mother. We walked in silently with our heads hanging, hiding our faces and all the shame. I handed Meeka a colorful lollipop and all of us said "I'm sorry" in harmony. As I raised my head slowly, Meeka smiled sweetly and mouthed a few words to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  "Meeka lost her voice due to the trauma. She says thank you." explained her mother, sobbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;  Stunned by her words, I couldn't utter a single thing to Meeka. The boys and I bowed our heads once again as we felt ourselves flooded with tears and misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-8287004231167910939?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8287004231167910939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=8287004231167910939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8287004231167910939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8287004231167910939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/unexpected-guilt-there-was-girl-name.html' title=''/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7646328101369408526</id><published>2009-12-25T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:46:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped In A Dark Tower III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Trapped In A Dark Tower III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The long bricked corridor which led to another door with a strong, dark aura surrounding it. A loud eerie creek pierced through the silence as the door moved open by itself. The other side of the opening was an unsightly trail of bones and skeletons lying along the ancient staircase. The absence of sound showed no life in this place and the air around me was nothing but the smell of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;"These are caused by Shades. They suck the life out of you to amplify their dark powers and lengthen their lives. It looks like there are many of them here... The light will attract them." My partner, the man who freed me from the Thousand-Year Seal put out the flame torch as he spoke. Until now I till don't know his name, he wouldn't tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;We went up the steep steps quietly and carefully in the dense darkness, hoping not to bump into one of those Shades that he spoke about.  Not a sound was heard in this place, our breaths and footsteps are the only noises echoing through this endless passage of steps. Suddenly, I felt an evil presence behind me, it was hungry and I could feel my heart beat faster by the second. I turned around quickly, but there was nothing there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;"Whats wrong?" he asked softly as I stared into the darkness, trying to see if it was a monster. Then, a skull of an animal rolled down the steps from the far top end of the staircase. My partner quickly lit up the flame torch with his power and shouted, "Run! They're coming for us!" A dark spirit with a black hood covering its face appeared. It was the same presence I felt before, the dark trail of aura followed its back as it drifted towards me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;It reached out its old scrawny looking, translucent hand towards my face as my heart pumped faster. I could feel my life force slowly weakening as it neared me. My legs were still, they wouldn't move at all, it was as if they are rooted in the ground by a spell. Desperate to escape, my partner waved the torch in its face and it backed off a little, giving me a chance to make a dash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The Shade was furious and summoned more of those spirits as we ran up the impossibly long stairway. The shades were fast, they constantly caught up to us but the only thing that was separating them from us is the little torch that my partner was holding. Finally we reached the top end, and it was yet another old antic door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;He went up first and kicked the door open that led us to an empty room with another yet another door to break. The flame of the torch became smaller and the light became dimmer as we scrambled across the room. The number of shades increased dramatically, and they were all thirsty for our souls. It was hard to break the door now, since there was a magic talisman embedded on the hard wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;"Hurry, draw your sword and destroy that door!" I screamed as the dark shades floated nearer to us. "I'm not powerful enough to break this curse, it's all up to you now, only you can break this door!" His voice was firm and his unwavering eyes were looking into mine as if he was telling me that he trusts me. Some how, I have seen them before, those beautiful eyes that could see right through my heart. "I believe in you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;My memories were still locked away, but nevertheless I faced the door and drew my sword. I closed my eyes and everything became black. I could hear my own heart beating and a single voice mumbling something in my head. I tried to catch what it was saying, but it was soft and gentle. It felt almost like it was my own sword who was talking. I focused more on my sword, and the low murmurs grew louder slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;A single white light appeared in my head, and it shown brightly just like the sun. The light grew larger as the murmurs became louder, the strange power within me burst forth as my eyes opened. A blindingly bright, white aura emitting from my sword lightened up the entire room. the shades backed off and merged themselves into the shadows to avoid the beaming glow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The sound of my sword rang inside me, "Fight!" as I charged forth. I raised the sword and slashed the cursed talisman apart, followed by a huge force of wind and light shattering the door into uncountable pieces. The glow faded as I fell on my knees, with my body exhausted from that attack. Across the doorway I could see the light of the dawning sun shining through a window.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The shades reappeared behind as soon as I sheathed my sword. They flew towards us quickly, attempting to devour our vital force, but my partner grabbed my arm and sprinted to the opening. "Do you believe in me?" He asked calmly and held me in his arms as he leaped out of the window. "You are free now and I will be your proctor forever... My name is... ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7646328101369408526?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7646328101369408526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7646328101369408526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7646328101369408526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7646328101369408526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/trapped-in-dark-tower-iii.html' title='Trapped In A Dark Tower III'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-6051190239904524235</id><published>2009-12-20T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:55:21.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE HELL I'M EXHAUSTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Alright so this is my first journal entry in this website.. HURRAY! Well I'm just gonna make this quick and simple.. Cause I just returned from camp, more like i fell sick cause I couldn't sleep for a night so I ran home. LOL! But well I'm not all that evil so I decided that I'll return tomorrow (if I recover).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the stories that I wrote, well.. It may seem like I don't have anymore to write but thats not it. I do have a hell lot of stuff to write, and they are all long stories.. Cause the dreams were long.. (12 hours of sleep since it's the holiday so yeah.. LOL) And I'm on holiday mode so I'm feel damn lazy and thats why I take a LONG time to write those out. Plus, I only write when I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just hopefully I get the awesome urge to write them out soon, and I shall work on finishing 'Trap In The Dark Tower lll'. Please wait for that, cause it's the juicy part of the story HAHA! Thanks for reading~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-6051190239904524235?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6051190239904524235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=6051190239904524235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6051190239904524235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6051190239904524235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-hell-im-exhausted.html' title='LIKE HELL I&apos;M EXHAUSTED'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1728110655509688279</id><published>2009-12-08T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:50:00.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped In A Dark Tower II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Trapped In A Dark Tower II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Awaken by strange voices of creatures, I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me. "Are you alright?" He whispered to me softly. The dim light from the small flame torch could hardly show me his face which was half covered by the dark shadows. "Where am I...?" I looked around anxiously, not knowing anything about the outside world, for this is my first time outside the chamber where I was sealed for about a few hundred years. He was the one who released me, the mysterious man with me right now. "We have to go, I will set you free from here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The voices of those beasts grew louder, he held my hand and dashed towards the bricked stairs. From the dim light I could see his long golden hair swayed from side to side with his movements. He was tall and well-build, and wore a black coat that made him seem even more secretive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The deep low voices from those 'things' sounded as if they were moans of human beings. Out of curiosity, I turned head head and stole a glance of those monsters from the corner of my eye. I was horrified and stunned, for they were like human corpses dragging their bodies painfully towards us. They had purplish red decaying flesh,  and some just lost their body parts. Others was so terrifying that they had their organs hanging out from their bodies, and all of them left trails of blood behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;My hands began to tremble as I hasten my feet to get away from them quickly. He knew that I was scared as he felt my hand throb, and again, with his calm voice he told me to be strong. For the first time, I saw something that made me feel rather peaceful inside. It was his delicate smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;We ended up at the top of the long ancient staircase, and stumbled upon a huge door with ancient letters embedded on it. He tried to force it open, but it just wouldn't budge. "They are coming! Hurry!" I screamed as the horde of zombies came closer to us. "Step aside, I'm going to release my sword." He grabbed the handle firmly and pulled out the blade from its sheath. The sword he had was completely different from mine, the sharp silver blade that glowed bright red at its edges and summoned a force of wild, uncontrollable energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The crimson glow then turned into flames that were almost as bright as the sun. He held up the blade and slashed the large door with an incredible strength, the flames became gigantic and devoured the door in an instant. The force of the powerful blow caused the zombies behind us to disintegrate into ashes immediately. The great door broke into an even half and collapsed with the raging flame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The fire of the blade disappeared as he slide his sword into the sheath smoothly. He turned to me as I stared at him in awe, wondering where did he get that sort of power. Suddenly there was a flash back played in my mind, as if it was a memory from a long time ago. I was stunned for a while but his voice brought me back to reality. "We need to hurry, there are more of those things from where they came from." He grabbed my hand once again and made another run through the long corridor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1728110655509688279?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1728110655509688279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1728110655509688279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1728110655509688279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1728110655509688279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/trapped-in-dark-tower-ii.html' title='Trapped In A Dark Tower II'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-6893481392705231593</id><published>2009-11-05T22:16:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:29:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped In A Dark Tower I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trapped In A Dark Tower I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was dark and nothing could be seen in this blackness, I was chained in a dungeon, surrounded by brick walls. Alone and hopeless, I await for something, something that could release me from this Thousand-Year Seal. My memories were locked away, and emotions shattered, I was cast into eternal darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In this large place there was nothing, not a single opening on those walls. A faint heart beat was all to be heard and nothing else, not even a thought. Suddenly there was a voice, a tiny sound from the outside. It was calling me again and again, I could then feel a presence in this forbidden place. Noises of collapsing walls came after, beams of a foreign light pierced into the dense darkness. A figure of a man became visible, I could feel his energy overwhelming me as he approached. "I have finally found you." His voice echoed towards me as my dying heart begin to pump faster within my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The blood within me flowed faster with every beat, my body grew warmer as if I was being revived. The mysterious energy inside me grew even more powerful as he near me, and soon my breathes became heavier and my eyes grew brighter. He knelt before me and presented a sword, it had a strange but beautiful glow that was as pure as Heaven's light. I reached out as far as I could, trying to get a hold of that marvelous blade, but the chains grew tighter, as if it was not letting me near that sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I struggled once more, but the chains became tighter and trapping me further. The sword grew brighter and my heart beat stronger, I knew that I had to release myself from this seal. I stretched my arm with all my might, and the great power within grew stronger drastically. A faint whisper sounded in my head, it was telling me to call out its name. The voice became loud and deafening, I screamed as my head throbbed with pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desperate to escape from this agony, I shouted it's name, Holy Crescent. It wasn't something that I remembered, it was something I knew deep inside, something that was kept away from me by the Thousand-Year Seal. A huge ball of blinding light was released as I called its name and it swallowed everything that was caught in its path. The chains shattered in the force of the great light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, the white light dimmed and disappeared. All I could see was the face of the unknown man, who held me in his arms when I collapsed. "We must leave this place... ..." His gentle voice violated through my ears as I fell unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-6893481392705231593?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6893481392705231593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=6893481392705231593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6893481392705231593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6893481392705231593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/trapped-in-dark-tower-i.html' title='Trapped In A Dark Tower I'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-3285491965987582834</id><published>2009-10-16T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:14:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Moons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Six Moons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The dark night set in as we approached this town. The cloth of darkness covered the sky, painting everything black, leaving out the six full moons. A thick fog swallowed the sprawling houses that appeared old and ruined. Not a sound was made, not even a sound of a hooting owl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The eerie silence gave place to fear as we moved silently down the deserted street. The thumping of our hearts grow loud and clear, it was a sign that something dangerous and evil was nearing us. We stopped to listen in this dark cold mist, waiting for the something to appear. A dark figure of a man in a black coat moved in ghostly silence, appeared in the fog. His sinister smile revealed itself as the gentle glow of the six moons crept over him. A part of his face was covered by the shadow casted by his top hat and his eyes glowed brightly like a hungry beast with demonic eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;A gust of wind swept across the fog and the moons hid silently behind the mysterious clouds. His laughter soon rang our ears as he approached steadily without a sign of fear. We drew our swords, ready to battle, the evil presence of the unknown man was to be eliminated at all cost. My partner charged forth with a direct strike, as I stood back in defense and watched. He swung his sword in an arch-shaped movement with great accuracy and speed. The man's laughter grew louder and clearer, and then he disappeared in a blink of an eye. His laughter died down, but we could feel the evil presence circling around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The six moons revealed themselves as the clouds drifted away. The demonic presence grew stronger suddenly, the man had appeared above my partner and gave him a vicious blow with his great bloody claw. He turned around in a swift movement and blocked the large claw with his sword. They struggled with brute strength, trying outdo each other. I leap into the air to launch an attack, his horrid smile turned towards me and released another gigantic claw that crushed me onto the ground. I screamed in agony as it pinned me against the floor with an enormous force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The distraction was a chance for my partner and he leap back to dodge the  claw. He sprinted quickly, faster than the monster's attack, then he landed on the demon's arm and thrust his sword into the hard skin. Now the demon was in pain, he lifted the hand and swung it around in anger. His voice grew rough and deep, and roared with madness and charged at my partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I steadied myself and stood up for the battle, and searched for an opening quietly in the mist as my sword glowed bright under the glow of the six moons. My partner jumped forth and cut off the great claw with a perfect strike, that created a chance for me to strike. I sprinted towards the monster silently and fast, the sword in my hand glittered as the strange energy within overwhelms it. I slashed the monster and a powerful radiant of light burst forth. A bright glow, shaped of a white crescent moon flew towards him and ended his pitiful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The blood of the dead tainted the six moon night and they soon glowed dimmer with a crimson hue. I sheathed the blood-tainted sword as the fog faded away, the presence of evil disappeared with the cold, gentle breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-3285491965987582834?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3285491965987582834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=3285491965987582834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3285491965987582834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3285491965987582834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/six-moons.html' title='Six Moons'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-485181029440896055</id><published>2009-09-07T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:23:40.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Everynight my soul departs into another world, another world that is different from where we are living. Strange things happen there, things that only exsists in our minds - fantasy. My dreams are usually 'normal', nothing bloody or violent, untill one night when they all started to be 'real' and somewhat, scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I could feel every pain, every feeling like how I am in the real world. Everything's clearer than ever before, I start to remember those dreams. It may seem to be nothing strange, but they all link together. Night after night when I depart into the other world, horrifying things happen. All I do is escape, fight, murder, seeing blood splatter everywhere and creatures chasing after me. I wasn't afraid, infact, I was calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Everynight when I enter the other realm, there was always a man with me. I could never see his face but I know him, somehow. He wasn't anyone I know in the real world, but we were always close to each other. How strange, I never got to see his face. It was always blurry and he never speaks. But I could feel his touch, so gently  caressing my head. I want to see him every night but he was like a stray cat, appearing and disappearing at his own will. Who is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Everynight is a deep long sleep. I always look forward for his return. When will this ever end? It may seem like a torture but somehow I'm begining to like this. I am free in that world, his presence made me feel secure and warm inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-485181029440896055?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/485181029440896055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=485181029440896055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/485181029440896055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/485181029440896055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html' title='The Other World'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-5144509186328499804</id><published>2009-08-29T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:08:02.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Embrased Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SpvZA3avXJI/AAAAAAAAATA/f-vGhaNB7Zg/s1600-h/PWI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129189096152210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SpvZA3avXJI/AAAAAAAAATA/f-vGhaNB7Zg/s320/PWI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was walking alone at night. The sky was dark and only the moon and the stars shown brightly. It was the first time I enjoyed the quiet night alone. It was lonely but yet it felt like someone was following me. I looked up at the pitch-black sky and saw a star that glow proudly, I fell in love with the cold dark night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As I approached my beloved home, a cat came close to me. It was beautiful cat, those large golden eyes.. Almost like the flaming sun set.. The coat of pepper and salt fur was the most gorgeous I've ever seen. It came and rubbed its body against my legs as though it wanted to be with me. The warmth of its body melted my heart, I was embrased by a beautiful cat. I touched its body and felt its ear.. Listening to every sound it made. It was only the two of us on the lonely street. My soul was caught by that beautiful cat, my heart has decided to stay like this fprever. "If only it was human, if only it would speak" I thought of those as we cuddled together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Time was ticking, I could feel myself being dragged away. My fantacy was not real, I have to leave before mother comes. My breath was short, I didn't want to leave but then my cruel life had dragged me away. That beautiful cat watched me as I left, those sorrowful eyes violated into my heart. I could never forget about that beautiful night. I fell in love with the cat who embrased me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-5144509186328499804?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5144509186328499804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=5144509186328499804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5144509186328499804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5144509186328499804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-embrased-me.html' title='The Cat Embrased Me'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SpvZA3avXJI/AAAAAAAAATA/f-vGhaNB7Zg/s72-c/PWI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-3766113242840330712</id><published>2009-05-20T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:24:14.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/ShPn2_Zn4ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/CgrU-eg5VQQ/s1600-h/Misty+Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337864915282026898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/ShPn2_Zn4ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/CgrU-eg5VQQ/s320/Misty+Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;People say life is full of meanings, it's wonderful to live... Full of love and more positive stuff... Well, to me... Life is none other than years and years of tortures, happiness, sadness, love and hate... You will feel all these depending on how long you live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To me, death is just a simple fullstop of everything that you have done when you're alive. It is nothing but an end to all the agony and pain. Sometimes we cry and feel pitty for the person who have died, but why? Is it because he have just lost all of his cash? Or is it because he is nothing but a person that you cannot let go of? But you know... I would feel happy for him. I would feel glad that his pain have ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;14 years of tears and 14 years of anger... Somehow I have pulled through all of this, but what is my reason to live? I have realised that I have more reason to die than to live. I find that everything here is just temperary, nothing lasts forever. All my life, I have wondered so long... What is the reason for life to take place in me? Should I delete my existance.. Or should I go on and live through this torturous life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friendships and love, crushes and lust... Knowledge and skill... Are we suppose to take all these when we leave? Are there such friends who loves and cares about you, knows how you feel all the time and helps you get up when you fall? Is there such love which lasts forever? Am I too naive, or am I too young to ask of these questions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But yet everything I ask fits nicely into the cycle of life... This 14 years of torture, this 14 years of pain... Is it true that I have more reason to die than to live? Maybe it is... Maybe it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-3766113242840330712?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3766113242840330712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=3766113242840330712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3766113242840330712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3766113242840330712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/meaningless.html' title='Meaningless...'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/ShPn2_Zn4ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/CgrU-eg5VQQ/s72-c/Misty+Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1763466151629494893</id><published>2009-04-17T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:06:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Seg4b8gfkvI/AAAAAAAAASg/zVVegOP8UQc/s1600-h/angel(33).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325568612115649266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Seg4b8gfkvI/AAAAAAAAASg/zVVegOP8UQc/s320/angel(33).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After the day when I went to Paul's church, I feel totally recharged and was touched by the message of the Lord. It was about the blessing, how we all need the blessing from God. It was totally awesome, how Jacob's (from Genesis) life changed when he got blessed. God was always with him all the time. As for Esau, he went to marry a Canaanite women even though his father Isaac told him not to, because he could not be bothered. He originally was getting the big blessing from his father but Jakob cheated his father and so the father think Jakob was Esau and gave him the blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After the services I felt that my relationship with God have strengthen. It's like how Lord planned this for me so that I can understand more about the law and the blessings. I thank Father God for bringing me this blessing during the days of Jesus' great sacrifise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Randomness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just went for the choir SYF central judging, I hope that we would win this competition.. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1763466151629494893?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1763466151629494893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1763466151629494893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1763466151629494893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1763466151629494893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/blessing.html' title='The Blessing'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Seg4b8gfkvI/AAAAAAAAASg/zVVegOP8UQc/s72-c/angel(33).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1632029907935345460</id><published>2009-04-09T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:04:22.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Sd3VgWxU6-I/AAAAAAAAASY/FJIdk8-ucyY/s1600-h/angel(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322645086466796514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Sd3VgWxU6-I/AAAAAAAAASY/FJIdk8-ucyY/s320/angel(42).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's good Friday tomorrow and my good friend Paul, invited me to his church tomorrow for the event. I'll be going to his church tomorrow evening and hopefully the other friends he invited will be going too! I'm really happy about good Friday because it's a special day that we can come together and pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We all know what good Friday is, but it's more than that to me. It's a day that I would fall on my knees and pray to God that He would forgive our sins and let us live a new life once again. And pray for His blessings would fall upon all of us. It's a wonderful day. Not only that, I also canot wait for Easter to come. We will talk more about it some day else. I hope you guys will have an awesome good Friday and may God bless you always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You should read Joseph's story in the bible, the book of Genesis. It's awesome how God was with him all the time. See how God loves all of us... ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1632029907935345460?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1632029907935345460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1632029907935345460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1632029907935345460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1632029907935345460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-eve.html' title='Good Friday Eve'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Sd3VgWxU6-I/AAAAAAAAASY/FJIdk8-ucyY/s72-c/angel(42).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1268104536577379267</id><published>2009-03-13T20:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:54:05.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BDS Olympic Run 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SbpVfcN0IRI/AAAAAAAAASI/EWZNFOOoVhA/s1600-h/angel(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312652709075362066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SbpVfcN0IRI/AAAAAAAAASI/EWZNFOOoVhA/s320/angel(43).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Huray for the BDS Cross-Country run today, it was a perfect aportunity for us all to burn up our fats and have lots of fun! ...Well.. Maybe not so perfect as you know, people may just wanna walk their minds out instead of running their minds out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, it was that morning when I woke up late again, thought I'd be dead but just then I remembered that it starts at 7.45am, 15mins later than usual time. Oh well, at least i made it there "early". I saw Miss Abraham first in front of a microphone.. Even though it was at the reservoir but as usual, she was in front of a microphone releasing her power of descipline and leadership qualities. Well let's not get out of point, let's just jump to the run!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The signal was made and the students started to stroll with their feet dragging the path filled with gravels. Nicole and I brisk walked and over took some of them. Then we started jogging, I went acording to the beat of the music playing in my ears through my ear plugs. That "gave" me some "energy" to move on. I was quick. Just then, a sharp pain burnt in my waist as I jog... Well I continued to jog and stopped half way and walked fast with Nicole right behind me. She didn't have the energy to run anymore so I ran on without her. (Evil am I? Muahahaha!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, I completed the run with an EXCO member giving me a badge. And guess what? I was within the first 100 people who completed the run among the whole school. (Estimated about 1000 over stuents) Nicole did too but was a lil late cause she was behind me haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And the event all ended with an announcement of the winners. Happy ending eh? Well I'm gonna end this with a press of the keyboard button. Good night people! HIP-HIP HURAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. Glenn have the images of the event. The links to his blog is in the "links" section. Enjoy and comment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ohh.. The Randomness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mmm.. Holy~ *points to a sponge with alot of holes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1268104536577379267?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1268104536577379267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1268104536577379267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1268104536577379267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1268104536577379267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/bds-olympic-run-2009.html' title='The BDS Olympic Run 2009'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SbpVfcN0IRI/AAAAAAAAASI/EWZNFOOoVhA/s72-c/angel(43).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-79664317503875138</id><published>2009-02-23T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:15:30.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SaKg9KwIraI/AAAAAAAAARw/GGHmdh197Gc/s1600-h/tifa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305980283714579874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SaKg9KwIraI/AAAAAAAAARw/GGHmdh197Gc/s320/tifa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I finally turned 14. It was my birthday yesterday and daddy bought me a new phone the day before. It was the same model as most of my classmate's. Seriousy, this phone owns my class. Loads of people in my class have it. Cool eh? I's a walkman phone so it can store lots of songs. Dad also bought me a 4gig memory card. It's so cool, now I listen to songs whenever I like and take videos more often!! Yay!! Thanks Dad! And mom, she bought me some cake. I missed the taste of a cake, believe it or not, it's been a year since I last ate one. Then my tuition teacher bought me another cake and celebrated with me during tuition time. I love my tuition teacher. And lastly, my friends bought me presents too. Regina bought me a pair of sun glasses and Tammy's one is still a mystary. I wonder what it is.. And i loove supprises!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Randomzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;True love is from the deepest ends of one's heart. Only the right person can unlock it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-79664317503875138?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/79664317503875138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=79664317503875138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/79664317503875138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/79664317503875138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SaKg9KwIraI/AAAAAAAAARw/GGHmdh197Gc/s72-c/tifa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-5021466034152693987</id><published>2009-02-20T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:06:45.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZ7EYvxD8QI/AAAAAAAAARo/nXdUy0G5vHg/s1600-h/angel(61).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304893340507173122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZ7EYvxD8QI/AAAAAAAAARo/nXdUy0G5vHg/s320/angel(61).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Gift of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Inside the darkest cave, there sat a king. He was no ordinary king, but he was the vampire king. As you know, all kings have their beloved queens, and here she flies into the cave with her delicate wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She hugged him tight and kissed him with passion, but there was something wrong, the king was depressed. A long time ago she was an Angel from high above the heavens, who saved this king from the darkness. Then she became a vampire just like him, for she sacrifised her white feathered wings and became one with darkness. Everything was so perfect between them, untill that night, when the king of all vampires remembered his sorrow. He was falling back into the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He walked towards the enterence of the cave, feeling the cool gentle breeze blowing in his face. He sigh and looked at the pond, ever so dark like we was once before. The reflection of the full moon was ever so perfect on the still dark pond, he looked up and spreaded out his solid black wings. The queen looked at him with worrying eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"What seem to be troubling my king?" she asked softly. Just then, he flew over to the middle of the pond, flapping his dark bat-like wings to keep himself hovering above the water. She looked at him with fear, almost watering out as tears when she heard those words. "This is what I was before you saved me..." he reached out his hand to touched the dark cold water. "So dark and cold..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The queen opened her folded wings and fly towards him, just then, he stopped flapping and falls into the deep dark pond, sinking into the bottom slowly. "No!" She dives into the water after her love, reaching out her hand, trying to grab his. As he reached out his hand and meet her's, there was a voice appearing in the queen's mind, "Angel, why do you still follow me, into the darkest reaches of my soul?" She replies, "Because I love you.. Because I never want you to be in the dark once again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She couldn't hold her breath any longer, yet she was still sinking with him. He looks into her eyes and theres was the voice again, in her head. "If I don't let you go, I will distroy us both." Suddently, there was a force pushing her up to the surface, her heart was pounding fast as she struggles to swim back to him. It was no use, she kept going up. Sorrow crawls within her heart as she floats to the surface with her face above the water. Her tears running from her eyes as she mummered softly, "My king... Please... Return... To me..." As the clouds blocked the moonlight, she passed out as she drifted to the side of the lake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hours later when she woke up, she found herself in the cave that she knew so well. The cave when she and her love had lived for so long. She found herself crying out again, just then there was familiar voice coming from beside her. "Are you alright?" She looked at the stranger, a man who looked just like her king but he was human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She get up suddently and flew out of the cave and dives into what she saw as a pond. She got up and realises that it was just a grassy plain, she wasn't in the world that she was from anymore. "Are you alright? You just dove into some grass." the stranger rushed towards her, asking. "And where did you get those wings?" he points to the wings behind her that turned pure feathery white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She screamed out her love's name with tears pouring out of her beautiful eyes. "Where are you, my king?! Where are you?!" The man looked at her curiously and asked, "Who is this king you are speaking of? Oh and let me introduce myself, my name is Mark." She looksed at the man with eyes opened wide, as if she knows him. She remembered that her king's name was Mark, she remembered how they met and all the perfect times. All her tears reflected her love's memories and everything else that they did together. "My.. My name is Angel..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As she held her hand over her chest, she felt a necklace hanging over her neck. When she held the pandent up to look at it, it was a bright silver cross with a crystal, a pure black crystal in the middle of it. As she sun shone above the two of them, it reflected an image that she knew so well. It was the image of her love. She held it tight in her palm, praying that he would return to her once again and never again will she lose him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The dark aura as all around it, she tries to remove but she couldn't. "I'm not suppriced if you couldn't remove it." says the man. He walks closer to her then trips over the rock accidently, knocking her over. The necklace got knocked out of her neck and fell onto the grassy floor and disappeared before her eyes. All of a suddent, everything from the past... Love, happiness, emotions, memories of her beloved ans all those adventures that they had went through her mind. She closed her eyes, enduring all the pain cutting through her veins. As she reopens them, she found that she was at the very spot. That cold dark night where she had lost her only love, the place that she knew so well... It was then she heard a familiar voice, a voice that she loved. She turned around and saw him. It was him, her love. Those unwavering eyes, the dark wings on his back and all that she kenw. It was him, her king. She fell to her knees as sorrow crawls within her heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The man walked through the image. "he is still here with you, even if you can not see him. He is there, in your heart. A part of you, forever. But still, its sad that you don't recognize me, even as I stand before you..." "I was so blind... So blind indeed..." She looked into his eyes, almost bursting into tears again. There was a long pause, finally he spoke, "Love blinds us all, even when we see clearly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He disappeared from her sight as she walked towards him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All of a suddent she appeared in front of him, without a necklace, wings or even fangs. She have become a human. "Are you alright? Why are you crying?" He asked kindly. She looked around as the sun shone upon them. All that she see was the familliar looking man. "What are we doing here? What is your name anyway, my name is Mark. You... You look familiar." She looked at him as pieces of her memories faded away. Everything that she remembered, everything that she had been through. "I... uhh.. My name is Angel. You look familliar to, what are we doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"It feels warm doesn't it? It may sound crazy but it feels like I've never felt the sun before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Yeah... It's so strange..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Well, for some reason, I have a basket of food in my hands, would you like to go up that hill and have a picnic with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She nods and they walked up the gentle hill. It felt like everything is starting over again. All the memories were gone but there is one final piece that kept deep in her heart. It cannot be replaced nor can it be removed. It was the memory of his love. As a gentle breeze blows in her face, a single tear fell from her eye, but it wasn't grief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They were at the top of the hill, he saw a tree that had the words "eternally yours" carved on it. He remembers for a moment, a feeling of someone that he loved with all his soul. She held his hand without a thought and blushed when they looked at each other. they stroll towards the tree and sat there to have their picnic. She looked at the sky and feels that she is not alone. She felt the warmth of love, she smiled as they looked at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-5021466034152693987?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5021466034152693987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=5021466034152693987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5021466034152693987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5021466034152693987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/gift-of-love.html' title='The Gift of Love'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZ7EYvxD8QI/AAAAAAAAARo/nXdUy0G5vHg/s72-c/angel(61).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-640652385184788450</id><published>2009-02-20T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:20:27.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Miss Abraham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZ51t0HSxLI/AAAAAAAAARg/nmNumc-LvpM/s1600-h/angel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304806841032819890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZ51t0HSxLI/AAAAAAAAARg/nmNumc-LvpM/s320/angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To Miss Abraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The sun arose in the chilly morning, a sharp voice pierced into my dreams. "Wake up! It's six!" It was the voice that I've heard all my life, the voice of my mother, the mother who took care of me for thirteen years and eleven months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As I stepped into the bathroom floor, the reflection lay on the mirror, it was me, an ordinary girl who lived a lonesom life. This is how it all started, from early hours of the morning to late noon. I've never failed to be early for school, never failed to be in the class I should be. I've never failed the trust of my mother, I was always in a place where learning never stops, a place where it changed my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As I wonder around the third floor, I've always thought of things that happened in the past. Have I done wrong or have I not? Every single thing of the past went through my mind like a river flowing fast. At last Iwent to my class, a familiar place that I've always been in. I took a book and went into the hall, where the mother of the school is waiting for her children to sattle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I sat down silently with my class, wondering why was she such a wise lady? How did she get all the knowledge that I don't have? I looked at her quietly, amazed yet afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She began the lesson by telling us a story. A story of how a girl treated the poor boy, a story that taught about love and kindness. I was deeply touched. I listened to her meaningful speech as other children chatted among themselves. Then, she said something that deeply carved onto my heart, it was about how we didn't have a choice to be how we look like or what race we are. Many were racist and yet they didn't have a choice to be what they are pr how they look like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I listened to her when she asked a question, a question that I knew so well. I ran towards the stage with two other guys running pass me. They were too fast, I couldn't catch up. I wanted to answer her but I thought I didn't have a chance. Just then, she called me to the stage. But why me? Was it because I was the odd one out emong all the boys? Or was it because I was the slowest? I stood beside her, feeling very awkward in front of all the children. I looked at her and saw her smile as she begin telling them my character. I never thought that I was as good as she described, because in my mind, I was nothing but a weakling. I was nothing but a little seed waiting to be noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was speechless, and smiling at the same time. I looked at her and she handed me the microphone. I answered her question quickly with a shy soft voice as I just wanted to get away from the stage, away from the gossips of those who are looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I handed the microphone back but she pushed back to me and told me to repeat with a more confident voice. So I did what she said. She smiled and handed me a box of chocolate then I return to my place. As I walked, I thought of all kinds of things. Why did she praised me? I sat down quietly again, looking at her. Just then, I realised that I should be a better person. I must change my real self within me to be like what she said. I must cut all my bad habbits and walk in the path of God. I musn't stray away and be like a wilting flower along the roadside. I have to be strong, and be like her one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;From then when I went back home, I sat here at this very spot. I typed this story to her, because I know that I am not alone anymore. Becuase I know that my life will change for the better. Because of her, Miss Rachel Abraham, I will be a better person. There is no word in the world on how I can express my thank to her, but to write it out and tell the world that I love her. Now all I can say is "thank you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank you Miss Abraham. May God bless you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-640652385184788450?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/640652385184788450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=640652385184788450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/640652385184788450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/640652385184788450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-miss-abraham.html' title='To Miss Abraham'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZ51t0HSxLI/AAAAAAAAARg/nmNumc-LvpM/s72-c/angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-2369992579382403286</id><published>2009-02-17T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:51:48.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZqIZgChSWI/AAAAAAAAARY/G6kPf9PdhDY/s1600-h/demon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303701482860792162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZqIZgChSWI/AAAAAAAAARY/G6kPf9PdhDY/s320/demon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday, the whole class went crazy when a replacement teacher came into our class to teach english. (Basicly cause my teach is pregnant and yeah.. lol God bless her.) Anyways, we made alot of noice and the boys were running all over the place. And, some guy went to the patched-up wall and made a hole through it using a pen-knife and the broken handle of a broom lol!!. He got half way through (4 inches) when the teacher was standing behind him. We were laughing like shit and making fun of the damn hole lmao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And early this afternoon, someone was playing with the fire alarm and the class was going in and out of the class!! We were playing and laughing like crazy and joking about that guy who went to the toilet and never came back till after school!! We were saying that he probaly got scared out of his shit that the school is on fire while peeing HAHA!! We thought that he would run to the field then realize that no one is there then run to the general office and freak out. What a crazy class I'm in lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. I have uploaded the videos to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/angellim44"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. Go have a look at them and enjoy yourself by laughing at the random stuff me and mint filmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RANDOM CRAP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You just wasted a few seconds of your life reading this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-2369992579382403286?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2369992579382403286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=2369992579382403286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2369992579382403286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2369992579382403286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-class.html' title='Crazy Class'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZqIZgChSWI/AAAAAAAAARY/G6kPf9PdhDY/s72-c/demon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1556083226742291203</id><published>2009-02-14T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:51:05.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZaswmcG44I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ds-lJ4ZSuNo/s1600-h/love(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302615562227475330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZaswmcG44I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ds-lJ4ZSuNo/s320/love(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's the time of the year again!! It's Valentine's Day!! A day where couples get together, friends meet up and go crazy with chocolates, where a new love is born!! Watch out people! Cupid is out there shooting love arows at everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I't been a wonderful valentines day, so how was yours? Share with me. Well mine was loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I got up this morning, pissed off cause I couldn't get my game character to level up haha. But in the end, I did get her to level up and not only that, people were so friendly towards each other. It's really nice to see couples loving each other and friends giving out chocolates. So lovely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well I hope your valentines day is awesome. I love you peoplez!! ♥ HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Random.. VALENTINES SPECIAL!!!♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love is in the air, I can smell it!! *sniff sniff* Mmm.. Is that Cupid's fart..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1556083226742291203?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1556083226742291203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1556083226742291203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1556083226742291203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1556083226742291203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day ♥'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZaswmcG44I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ds-lJ4ZSuNo/s72-c/love(17).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1990930815010626378</id><published>2009-02-13T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:59:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th.. FUCK THE WORLD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZVRqluFZvI/AAAAAAAAARI/oIomXjiqwx8/s1600-h/angel(15).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302233928420386546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZVRqluFZvI/AAAAAAAAARI/oIomXjiqwx8/s320/angel(15).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's valentines day eve, and it lies on a Friday. Well, it's just Friday the 13th. Some people believed that we should ask for a date on this day but i don't believe so. It's just another random day when people go to work, go to school and do whatever humans do. Nothing to do with bad luck or horible day or black cats or whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well my class did get punnished by the DM but it's our fault though, we made too much noise in class. We also couldn't walk quietly in twos cause of some random monkeys who couldn't stop playing a fool. And today when i wanted to go out with my brother but I was late for 10 mins then he said that the meeting was cancelled. Well my fault too but it's cause of mom, she wants me to eat just before i left the house. Too bad, so i just told him to go if he wants to. Who cares anyway, we live to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Random random...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!!!♥ And havve a rotten day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1990930815010626378?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1990930815010626378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1990930815010626378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1990930815010626378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1990930815010626378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-fuck-world.html' title='Friday the 13th.. FUCK THE WORLD!!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZVRqluFZvI/AAAAAAAAARI/oIomXjiqwx8/s72-c/angel(15).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-511154841007128104</id><published>2009-02-12T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:52:47.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie plan failure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZQpmTKBkBI/AAAAAAAAARA/hptFe3y5acE/s1600-h/å¤ä»¶+å¤ä»¶+angel(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301908399276003346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZQpmTKBkBI/AAAAAAAAARA/hptFe3y5acE/s320/%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+angel(30).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've asked my mom for permision to make cookies(i know this is rediculous but she complains about everything, she's an ass), but she disagreed just cause it's inconvenient. As if she is the one making it, I'm the one who is going to make cookies, not her. She wants me to cook for here and yeah I wanted to make cookies for her but she didn't allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At first, she said that it was ok as long as I clean things up but then all of a suddent, she disagreed.. Damn i hate her so much.. I guess there won't be any valentines cookie this valentines day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOL RANDOM WORD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Apple + Chocolate = Chacople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-511154841007128104?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/511154841007128104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=511154841007128104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/511154841007128104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/511154841007128104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookie-plan-failure.html' title='Cookie plan failure..'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZQpmTKBkBI/AAAAAAAAARA/hptFe3y5acE/s72-c/%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+angel(30).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-8397432736596778882</id><published>2009-02-10T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:50:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Cookies ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZFlkJBMgDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DsAUQVU8Q9U/s1600-h/angel(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301129907962413106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZFlkJBMgDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DsAUQVU8Q9U/s320/angel(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just got back from the Peranakan museum and it was awesome!! It's nice and i learnt lot's of stuff and know more about their traditions and culture. It was cool cause i was waiting for another field trip, I'm dying from all the boring classrooms and books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyways, Valentines day is coming and I'm so looking forward to it. Not that I'm taken or anything but I'm escited cause' I'm gonna bake some Random Valentine Cookies for my friends and classmates. First time baking some random cookies so i hope it turns out alright lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uh... Random Word...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CHOCOLATER!!!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-8397432736596778882?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8397432736596778882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=8397432736596778882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8397432736596778882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8397432736596778882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-cookies.html' title='Valentine Cookies ♥'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SZFlkJBMgDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DsAUQVU8Q9U/s72-c/angel(49).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1315515285344135345</id><published>2009-02-08T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:05:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SY7XF8bEXiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KPJ-92YSUrA/s1600-h/gothic+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300410308580630050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SY7XF8bEXiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KPJ-92YSUrA/s320/gothic+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Been alone these days, alone at home.. Looking for attention.. Kinda sad and depressed. Been listening to this song that makes me cry, Why by Secondhand Serenade. But well, it hurts when I remember the past. I've told myself that the past is the past, but yet I can't seem to let go of it. It hurts so much, if only someone would understand.. If only someone would give me some attention.. Some love... But I know for sure, God loves us all more than anything else, just like how your parents treat you like their treasure. Rough times are rough times, but there are times when you truely enjoy the meaning of love... God's love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Random Saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To every action, there is a consiquence. Deal with it, do not run like a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1315515285344135345?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1315515285344135345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1315515285344135345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1315515285344135345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1315515285344135345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/depressing-days.html' title='Depressing Days...'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SY7XF8bEXiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KPJ-92YSUrA/s72-c/gothic+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1304146984390282755</id><published>2009-02-05T18:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:42:47.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Random Friend And I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYrBd7j4mTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/scV19uxnx1s/s1600-h/girl(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299260631503378738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYrBd7j4mTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/scV19uxnx1s/s320/girl(26).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me and Qing Yee have been friends since we were 11. We ended up in the same secondary school by supprice because we didn't know which school are both of us going to be. We live in the same town and we take the same train and bus home everyday. In the year 2008, we were not so close to each other as we don't have the same CCA (AKA: After-school activity) and I find her quite annoying cause she's always hyper lol... Anyways, Qing Yee and I have been making random videos lately, almost everywhere we go. We film at the MRT station, school library, lifts and many more weird places. I'll soon update my YouTube channel and upload my videos there. Since then i got to know her more and we got closer to each other. Isn't it cool? And well the videos are random and funny so i hope you guys can go check it out and laugh. If you find it lame, then just not laugh. Oh, and please, for the love of God, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT EVER post vulgarities or whatever mean comments. I REALLY REALLY HATE it, and if I find anyone of those, the person who sent it will get it from me. And I mean it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. If you find Qing Yee hard to pronounce, just call her Mint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RANDOM ADVERTISMENT!!!! LOL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Energizer Condom: It goes on and on and on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1304146984390282755?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1304146984390282755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1304146984390282755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1304146984390282755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1304146984390282755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-random-friend-and-i.html' title='My Random Friend And I'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYrBd7j4mTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/scV19uxnx1s/s72-c/girl(26).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7315531922173585510</id><published>2009-01-29T18:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:34:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYGCzTKwB-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mwKotjLnjBU/s1600-h/girl(5).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296658454594717666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYGCzTKwB-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mwKotjLnjBU/s320/girl(5).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well i just got home from the movies and it's the best movie outting yet with my classmates. At least it's better than last year when people are screaming and shouting and yelling in the theatre... Which is totally childish for 13 year old people!! Well, I watched tThe Spiderwick Chronicles last year and this year, it's Inkheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We're watching this as a class it's because of a literature program for literature lesson. The exam questions are based on the movie. Well.. Not really an examination but it is a test. Anyway, It was nice cause' people are much quiet.. apart from a bunch of rediculous monkeys who clapped their hands and talked loudly. Seriously, they repeated the same mistake twice and no one cared about it!! But at least it's better than last year.. WAY better.. You don't wanna know what happened last year.. Seriously, you DO NOT want to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally the movie is over, we all got out like some school owning the mall!! We're running all around, "invading" shops and food courts. I basicly just went to look around for books and went straight home. I am a good girl or am I not? Nah just kidding, I have my evil days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Random Conversation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dave: Oh look at her ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chris: What? Oh, well I dare you to buttrape her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dave: No I can't do that.. She might rape me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chris: Coward lil chicken~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The random fat girl they were looking at: You two look awefully delicious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I rape both of you please?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dave: What the...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chris: Run!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7315531922173585510?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7315531922173585510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7315531922173585510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7315531922173585510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7315531922173585510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-3.html' title='Movie :3'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYGCzTKwB-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mwKotjLnjBU/s72-c/girl(5).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7352635508983877020</id><published>2009-01-28T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:27:08.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Art Club Members? Wonderful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYBEa-g6qKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5igLiQ3g6po/s1600-h/spirit(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296308392036051106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYBEa-g6qKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5igLiQ3g6po/s320/spirit(3).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The first day with the new comers of my wonderful wonderful Art Club of my school turns out to be wonderful. Though things turn out to be a lil quiet but it's ok, cause we all get to enjoy ourselves in the end. My teacher says that we're gonna do 3D stain glass work for this year. We're also gonna do claw works and also many activities coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My teacher-in-charge promise us that there will be musium visits, sculpture walks and so on. Many activities are coming this year and I cannot wait to enjoy myself for another year with the Art Club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally, the school is planning on making us work harder this year as it is a critical year for a secondary 2 student. We are going to be splitting classes next yer according to the subjects we are taking. I seriously hope i can get into a good class next year and go into Junior Collage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Also I hope that the secondary 1 students will continue to work hard just like how they did for PSLE last year. May God bless all and have a sucessful year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Random saying~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gain respect from people by respecting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7352635508983877020?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7352635508983877020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7352635508983877020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7352635508983877020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7352635508983877020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-art-club-members-wonderful.html' title='New Art Club Members? Wonderful!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SYBEa-g6qKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5igLiQ3g6po/s72-c/spirit(3).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-4890265651362613054</id><published>2009-01-26T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:44:30.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Tempered Mom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SX2-Cl0KOgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7OrW4e6zF84/s1600-h/angel(58).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295597688577473026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SX2-Cl0KOgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7OrW4e6zF84/s320/angel(58).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mom's been retarded lately, I mean, she has this very ridiculous mood swing. She's acting like a bomb that will blow up anytime.. Real freaky, I must say. Seriously, she's happy when she comes home and the next second she's shouting at me like a mad woman!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's crazy!! I have to listen to her nag and yell at me every night!! I'm lucky that the rest of the day is fine cause I'm alone at home and no one is there to bother me. I can do whatever i want in peace! (not in a naughty way lol.. I'm no brat..) Anyway, I don't have much things to say today so yea, have a happy Lunar New Year~ May God bless you and have a sucessful year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Random Saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pregnant ladies are like bombs that will blow up amytime.. One second they are calm and happy.. The next second they are fuckin retarded... (no offence LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-4890265651362613054?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4890265651362613054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=4890265651362613054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/4890265651362613054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/4890265651362613054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-tempered-mom.html' title='Bad Tempered Mom..'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SX2-Cl0KOgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7OrW4e6zF84/s72-c/angel(58).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1144201076400878215</id><published>2009-01-24T08:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:23:16.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Phone Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SXprixDYljI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Oq5I7ZKcrEM/s1600-h/dark(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294662556954695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SXprixDYljI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Oq5I7ZKcrEM/s320/dark(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've been getting alot of annoying phone calls lately. It really, really, pisses me off. Seriously, why can't some people be more considerate to one another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There are many kinds of annoying calls. One of them is the advertising one. When someone unknown just randomly calls you, and you have no idea how he or she get your number!! They just randomly call you and tells you about this produck or this event or what so ever. And you still have no idea how in the world did they get your number. They don't even tell you what company they were from. Probably some random annoying, seriously annoying and time consuming prankcall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The other kind is when people can't stop calling you. They just call and call like they never call a person in their lives before. I mean seriously, I understand if that person wanted a request or anything but why can't they just be thoughtful enough to note it all down then tell me all at once? There is absolutly no need to waste time and money just to call me multiple times and then I get annoyed then money and time are wasted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The last one I know is the deadly silent call. They just call you out of no reason at all and then when you pick up, nothing. I would be like, "Hello? Hello?? TALK TO ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!" then hang up. And then they start calling me again. I mean, the phone is invented so you can talk to another person without having to yell or spend your time writing mails then mail it to another place which takes a very long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seriously, people just love to use a phone to make crazy prankcalls that wastes money and time!! What kind of idiot are these people anyway? I do understad that some people forgot to lock up the keypad of the phone and they accidently press it in their pockets or bags. But please, make a small effort to lock up your keypad and DON'T EVER MAKE ANOTHER FUCKING ANNOYING CALL THAT PISSES ME OFF AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Random Equationz~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alone = me + 0 poeple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alone = me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alone = WHY THE HELL IS THERE NO ONE HERE BUT ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1144201076400878215?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1144201076400878215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1144201076400878215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1144201076400878215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1144201076400878215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/annoying-phone-calls.html' title='Annoying Phone Calls'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SXprixDYljI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Oq5I7ZKcrEM/s72-c/dark(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-641578466931888300</id><published>2009-01-16T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:29:38.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Begining~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SXBvaf075QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Cf_McGYKvdI/s1600-h/boy(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291852063171142914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SXBvaf075QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Cf_McGYKvdI/s320/boy(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;School started already time flies so quickly. Everything is back to normal and my daily life routine is also back to school mode. Seriously, it's like, morning wake up at 6am come back at 3pm or later, games, chatting, homework, studay, eat, bathe, sleep and everything repeats the next day. It's like a boring video of someone's boring daily lifestyle playing on repeat lol! The only things that totally strucked me it's math and other school stuff. It has gona up to a much higher level and I fear that I might not be able to cope with it. Scary eh? It's streaming year so who knows what difficult stuff they might make us do. Especially math, I'm already half killed by it. I do hope things turn out to be better soon, or i might not be able to get into a good class next year. Seirously, i need help with killer math!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RANDOM EQUATIONZ!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forking = Fuck x Forks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forking = Fucking with Forks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, Forking = STUFFING THE FORK INTO YOUR ASS AND SHOVING IT IN AND OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-641578466931888300?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/641578466931888300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=641578466931888300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/641578466931888300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/641578466931888300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-begining.html' title='New Begining~'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SXBvaf075QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Cf_McGYKvdI/s72-c/boy(20).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-605111328832546464</id><published>2008-10-31T17:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:33:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrKd2_K2kI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1CxJ_GZVbX8/s1600-h/cat(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263241728861329986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrKd2_K2kI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1CxJ_GZVbX8/s320/cat(3).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yay for Halloween!!!! I've been waiting for halloween to come. I love halloween so much but too bad, Singapore doesn't celebrate halloween.. But I'll be going out to the theme park with my friends for some ghostly fun. That theme park celebrates Halloween. They have special events at night and the haunted house have "real" moving ghosts or creatures. Cook huh? But people here doesn't go treat or tricking.. Thats kinda bad though.. Cause i can't stay up late or eat loads of chocolates or even dress up like some crazy person who's gonna learn to fly. LOL~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But anyway, I have a treat for you people. Not candies, not scary stuff but some cats who love to dress up as well. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263243562436258530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrMIllf6uI/AAAAAAAAAOs/u0B-KYc-TuM/s320/cat(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oooo~~ I have one BIG leg~~ Fear my leg~~~" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263247942459643842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrQHicc18I/AAAAAAAAAPk/8puia5MJyPI/s320/kitten(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"LOL I'M A POP TART!!!! I LOOOOVE POP TARTS!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263245079112580258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrNg3pT_KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9l4PmRu-bu8/s320/kitten(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"We are mug brothers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263245738460416466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrOHP6FidI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3iHy5Idstt0/s320/kitten(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I am an assasin. FEAR ME~!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263246821025523090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrPGQxuJZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/16_UQdIHVzs/s320/kitten(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Braaaaaaaaiiiinnnssss~~~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263248480129838130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrQm1bA7DI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SAfdlzbJi94/s320/kitten(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-605111328832546464?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/605111328832546464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=605111328832546464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/605111328832546464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/605111328832546464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-fun.html' title='HALLOWEEN FUN'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQrKd2_K2kI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1CxJ_GZVbX8/s72-c/cat(3).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-2099300209194957089</id><published>2008-10-23T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:22:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQA86xqdd5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/SvDQDFC2N-4/s1600-h/angel(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260271345230247826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQA86xqdd5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/SvDQDFC2N-4/s320/angel(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yay for freedom!! The school is closin' and holidays are comin'!! Can't believe that time just went pass me so fast. Now it's already October.. So I've been in this school for about 10 months, cool. My teacher have sellected me to be a peer leader. Meeting's next Wednesday, wonder what is it like? But the first thing peer leaders have to do in the start of the year is to get out juniors (the secondary ones) to get use to our school and have fun in the first 3 days. We also get to follow the secondary ones in their camps to guide them and make sure their safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Other than that, I still have art club to attend in the holidays and choir practices. Holiday homeworks are also given so this ain't gonna be a nothing-to-do holiday like the ones i get when i was in primary school. I have much more things to do and much more to plan. As for those kids out there who are about to take their PSLE, all the best and may God bless them all. I do hope that they get to go to a good school and have fun in their learnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; During this holiday, I'm gonna be missing my friends even though I'm goin' out with them during the holidays. It feels like it's gonna be school day tomorrow(it's Friday tomorrow) but all we all know that today is the last day. Weird feeling eh? I have been in this school for so long and I have gotten so use to it that I couldn't get it off my mind. Some people might feel that I'm a total nerd that loves school but please, school is a fun place to be in even though there might be annoying people there. I'm gonna miss my discipline mistress.. I know I know.... You're gonna think I'm crazy again but seriously, she's a nice person and you should thank God that she's there every single day or else.. I don't know what might happen to the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Anyway, all that has left are just memories of the past. I;m so looking forward for next year to come again and I'm so gonna make it meaningful and fruitful. Good luck to all students who just got to a secondary school cause it's not gonna be easy at all. But no fears, you'll addept to it! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; God bless all of you~ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-2099300209194957089?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2099300209194957089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=2099300209194957089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2099300209194957089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2099300209194957089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School..'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SQA86xqdd5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/SvDQDFC2N-4/s72-c/angel(40).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1797061942396433457</id><published>2008-10-13T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:54:40.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archery Fun Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SPMvJ1j-QMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kgwXkDr1lt0/s1600-h/flyff(5).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256597036114788546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SPMvJ1j-QMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kgwXkDr1lt0/s320/flyff(5).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today, the school gave me a supprise. Not really for some students but for me, it is. Maybe it's because I've never heard of it, or just that I wasn't paying any attention when teacher was talking about. Or maybe, they never told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Anyways, I really had a great time today. Our school brought us to Geylang CC for an archery lesson. It wasn't my first time taking archery because i did that when I was 11. But we I learnt a whole new and different method to shoot the arrows. It is known as the "rare bow". This technique helped me in aiming alot. It was much more easier to aim but the baack of the arrow was near my eye so it's also quite dangerous. I had alot of fun shooting over and over again. I almost got a bullseye but my left hand was shaking the bow so I always got the "ring" right before the bullseye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; During the competion, I thought that our class will surely not win anything. But, it took me by a big suprise. Our class won the top prize. Not the third one, not the second one, but the first one. Was screaming and freaking out but it's true, we won! Thank God for that today~!! Or I'll be bored in school lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1797061942396433457?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1797061942396433457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1797061942396433457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1797061942396433457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1797061942396433457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/archery-fun-day.html' title='Archery Fun Day!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SPMvJ1j-QMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kgwXkDr1lt0/s72-c/flyff(5).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7294950977810726263</id><published>2008-10-09T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:00:31.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Exams!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SO3-QBYn-rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MVMMf0PfF9I/s1600-h/princess(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255135891414317746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SO3-QBYn-rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MVMMf0PfF9I/s320/princess(3).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's the end of the examinations. Time to relax after all these hard works. Today after the math examination, our class went to the class gathering BBQ party at one of our calssmate's place. It's alot of fun and I finally learnt how to start a fire properly thanks to my good friend. Although the day was hot and annoying, we still enjoyed ourselves, playing, eating, and even cooking. I had to help my friends cook.. But it's ok, I love cooking! And after all that, we had the class photos taken and ready to post it on our blogs. I did not bring my camera so I didn't take any pictures. I think and hope that my friend will send those to me so I can post them on the blog too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7294950977810726263?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7294950977810726263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7294950977810726263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7294950977810726263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7294950977810726263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-exams.html' title='End of the Exams!!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SO3-QBYn-rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MVMMf0PfF9I/s72-c/princess(3).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1544000366729196051</id><published>2008-10-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:24:41.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever.. I Love You~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SOsZRlTWemI/AAAAAAAAAKk/94SV12N9Dl8/s1600-h/angel(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254321180119562850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SOsZRlTWemI/AAAAAAAAAKk/94SV12N9Dl8/s320/angel(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today is awesome! I met a very good friend that i didn't talk to for soo long cause I was preparing for the exams!! Oh I miss him soo much~!! He's such an awesome friend that he made my day all better again! Before I went home and turn on the computer, I was so tired after the history exam today. Then, his brother was online in his account so I chatted with him. Then he came home so his brother let the computer to him. Oh this is the sweetest moment of the 13 years of my life! I love him soo much!! His hugs are to magical that it can feel so loved and warm inside. This is awesome! I hoped to meet him again like crazy and God totally allowed it~!! Oh I love you, God!!! I love you too, Hawk!! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1544000366729196051?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1544000366729196051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1544000366729196051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1544000366729196051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1544000366729196051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-forever-i-love-you.html' title='Friends Forever.. I Love You~!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SOsZRlTWemI/AAAAAAAAAKk/94SV12N9Dl8/s72-c/angel(40).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-850037931754797879</id><published>2008-10-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:16:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SOoYy_vnyCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/THm1ctPNP2k/s1600-h/angel(61).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254039179664803874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SOoYy_vnyCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/THm1ctPNP2k/s320/angel(61).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tonight, it's majour heart break. I suddently have this weird feeling.. Like I've lost something precious, something very important to me. I wanted to look for it but I can't find it. What is that strange feeling in my heart? I made me cry out for no reason.. Oh Lord.. Whats got into me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I asked my friend, he said he had the same feeling sometimes. He told me to pray or do other things and forget about. I does work a lil bit. I hope that I'll feel better and for the people who experience the same thing.. I hope they will heel better also. We can all chat in the tag box.. Thanks to my other good friend, Tammy, my blog looks awesome again. Many thanks to everyone who cheers me up and May God bless all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-850037931754797879?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/850037931754797879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=850037931754797879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/850037931754797879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/850037931754797879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-feelings.html' title='My Feelings...'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SOoYy_vnyCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/THm1ctPNP2k/s72-c/angel(61).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-3498906454029913598</id><published>2008-08-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:42:52.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MapleStory Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SKrYVpswv2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/QAEttlZJGEc/s1600-h/oAngelofIceo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236235383254073186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SKrYVpswv2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/QAEttlZJGEc/s320/oAngelofIceo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I started playing MapleStory a few days ago. This is my main charater (oAngelofIceo) in the oasis of the new desert, Arient.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236237846747748242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SKralC7bF5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tUYsifq15nA/s320/Bunny+land.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is where i train with my friend. This place is also somewhere in Arient but it's filled with rabbits. They're just soo cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236236119825036306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SKrZAho9tBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/69QJt1A_mXo/s320/Lovely+land.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is the Wedding Village, where people get married. What a sweet place this is, so i took a screenshot of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236236926724394274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SKrZvfkwzSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iaIG8kPfGQk/s320/Copy+of+My+twin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When i reached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; level 21, I headed back to victoria or the party quest&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And you know what? I saw another player who looks 100% like me (apart from the clothing). See the circled area?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-3498906454029913598?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3498906454029913598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=3498906454029913598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3498906454029913598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3498906454029913598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/maplestory-memories.html' title='MapleStory Memories'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SKrYVpswv2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/QAEttlZJGEc/s72-c/oAngelofIceo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-313549539326761533</id><published>2008-07-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:46:46.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtYec2_4FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gc6Le1Vv6j0/s1600-h/angel(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222865473032413266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtYec2_4FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gc6Le1Vv6j0/s320/angel(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The high praise was awesome!!! We were singing and dancing and jumping around. Me and my classmate Paul were there. I invited four more friends to come along but they were not allowed to. But well, it was awesome. The elder said that God was pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I readdly like this kind of stuff, like you know, dress up nicely and go to the church and praise the Lord. And dance around singing and praising our King. AWESOME! God also love it when we so that. Like in the bible, King David's lil church wasn't as big as the others. It's only a tent and an altar of the Lord. But it was God's favourite because there are dancers and singers praising Him 24-hours everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;If the weekly service was like the high praise, I'd be there in church early in the morning and can't wait for the service to start. And i believe that it will attrect alot of people to our church and get to know God also! God will be very happy! I can't wait for next year's high praise to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-313549539326761533?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/313549539326761533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=313549539326761533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/313549539326761533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/313549539326761533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-praise.html' title='High Praise'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtYec2_4FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gc6Le1Vv6j0/s72-c/angel(49).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1598632283037033739</id><published>2008-07-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:26:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyff Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtSl5e5QtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dqrRoCYCk1s/s1600-h/loli+land(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222859003905262290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtSl5e5QtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dqrRoCYCk1s/s320/loli+land(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is when i was playing with my friend, Postaldude in the Mia server 3 aurena. He made the loli land! See the floating lolis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222859244926056178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtSz7WutvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EF3JjWzZ710/s320/cookie+land.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He made another cookie land in the aurena but someone attacked me so i died. I have to thank that person cause he made good effects to this screenshot. Looks like i'm lying down somewhere and surrounded by cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222858562884550754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtSMOjXQGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1Hov7IuK620/s320/knight+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is me and my friend KnightKiller (the baby lawolf, or the doggy). He turned into a baby lawolf and was sooo cute!! I knelt down in front of the cute lil thing and he went closer to me. Looks like I'm hugging a cute doggy huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1598632283037033739?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1598632283037033739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1598632283037033739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1598632283037033739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1598632283037033739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/flyff-memories.html' title='Flyff Memories'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHtSl5e5QtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dqrRoCYCk1s/s72-c/loli+land(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7795123857860547074</id><published>2008-07-11T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:47:50.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Praise Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHc6Jss4QDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JYxCEWTj7AE/s1600-h/angel(6).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221706231252009010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHc6Jss4QDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JYxCEWTj7AE/s320/angel(6).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow i'm goin to church for the 'High Praise' event. It is an event that lots of people come to the church and praise the Lord! Which is one of my favourite things to do cause i love to sing and praise Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm seriously wondering what I'm gonna wear tomorrow... hmm... Something nice and desent, with a Jesus' cross neckalce and maybe a ring borrowed from my mother. You'd probably be wonderin why am I so concerned about my looks. Actually, it is always best to look our best when we step into the church to praise and worship. At least no short skirts or very short shorts with spegati stripes. We have to be decent and most importantly, with a humble heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now with some decent and beautiful clothing on, and with a humble heart, we are ready to step into the church and learn from our Father. So always be at our best and look the best that we can before we step into the house of God! Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7795123857860547074?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7795123857860547074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7795123857860547074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7795123857860547074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7795123857860547074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-praise-tomorrow.html' title='High Praise Tomorrow!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SHc6Jss4QDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JYxCEWTj7AE/s72-c/angel(6).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-8454309769504350035</id><published>2008-06-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:13:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjp1mw97pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a25CzYxxgBQ/s1600-h/angel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677275456990866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjp1mw97pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a25CzYxxgBQ/s320/angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I came home as usual but a little bit later due to the new time table my school had set for us. My computer wasn't working and I'm all alone at home as usual. God knew I was lonely. I had to find some entertainment for myself before i cry again. So I watched TV. I prayed the night before, hoping that God would fix my computer. But it didn't work in the afternoon when i tried it so i kinda lost a lil bit of hope. I felt depress after awhile but as i was going kind of emo, my old friend called. We talked for awhile and that really cheered me up! I almost did cry when he called me, it was the tears of happyness. After that i continued watching tv till time is up. I went to bathe and came out after about 20 mins. I got a strange feeling that my computer would work again but i wasn't sure. but with some hope, i turned it on. And it did work! Oh i was thanking God and jumping around like a hyper wonkey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After that, a few days ago I prayed that I would be able to talk to my friend again(another one). I missed him so much and almost cried while praying. I was searching for some christian worship songs and singing to God. Suddently, I saw him online. It felt like a dream yet it was real. I cried and ran into the bathroom bursting into tears. From then on i really found out that Lord, our Father in heaven really listens to us when we pray and He knows how we feel and what are we thinking. He knows our needs and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Over joyed, I sang another song to praise our God. It is, "Centre of My Life" by Hillsong. I love it. Please enjoy this song, i posted it here. May God bless you and lead you in the right path. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-8454309769504350035?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8454309769504350035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=8454309769504350035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8454309769504350035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8454309769504350035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-night.html' title='Holy Night'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjp1mw97pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a25CzYxxgBQ/s72-c/angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-8222126527522378500</id><published>2008-06-28T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:08:37.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SYF Opening Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGYags6bJBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9PIgeBcUan0/s1600-h/angel(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216886367469642770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGYags6bJBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9PIgeBcUan0/s320/angel(43).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have just returned home from the SYF Opening Ceremony performence. I was one of the dancers in the combined school choir as you know. Last night was the night i enjoyed myself the most. The time I really know that doing those dance moves or actions as some people may call it wasn't so bad and embarrasing after all. I use to think that those actions make me look stupid and I really hate doing it. But now, when i dance, I express myself and dance with all my heart and spirit. It was really enjoyable and I lost some weight from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We performed in the Singapore Indoor Stadium. It is quite a big place and we performers are really visible from the seats on top. Well, like everyone else, I was a little bit nervous. Alot of people are going to watch me so i wouldn't want to humiliate myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As we waited in our holding area, we rested and drank planty of water. We also did a lil bit of light make up and some gliters on our faces too. We had early dinners as that was the only time we can eat. The other time was just rushing up and down for make up and performing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the Fancy Drill, it was our tun for the main item, "Malay Medley" and "Green light". These two items are my favourite ones. The other four items are, "We're All in This Together", "Celebration" and "Munnaeru Valiba". All together they are different languages to show people that Singapore is a multi racial society. The "Celebration" is one of my favourites also. It often warm me up and give me the hyperness to dance the main item. The hyperness lasted from last night till this afternoon without sugar. Truly incredible... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I almost forgotten about the theme song, Synergy. I love the song so much that i kept singing it. Me and my friends sang and sang till it is time to perform and go back home. Really really nice song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well after all this, you really are tempted to watch the performence. But it is over anyway but the good news is, I have the links to the videos of some of the items. But i still do not have the combined school choir yet so I appologize for NOT HAVING ALL of the items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Fancy Drill: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTns4m_qEPc&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTns4m_qEPc&amp;amp;feature=user&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Free Style Drill: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llVQS2ragOU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llVQS2ragOU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Precision Drill: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftL2jMQttic&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftL2jMQttic&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Display Band - Deyi Secondary School: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watchv=VGanryuYC8g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watchv=VGanryuYC8g&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Display Band - Bowen Secondary School: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watchv=tMys5hmFBXE&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watchv=tMys5hmFBXE&amp;amp;feature=user&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Flights of Splendour: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h514vck1dXQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h514vck1dXQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Finale: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka5f2BIkewI"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka5f2BIkewI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Many thanks to Youtube so that i can find these for you to watch. And i DO NOT own all these videos. Thank God that the performence went well and may the Lord shower His blessings on to all the performers, youtubers, bloggers and everyone in combined school choir!! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-8222126527522378500?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8222126527522378500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=8222126527522378500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8222126527522378500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8222126527522378500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/syf-opening-ceremony.html' title='The SYF Opening Ceremony'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGYags6bJBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9PIgeBcUan0/s72-c/angel(43).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-646807679722350557</id><published>2008-06-28T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:38:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Re-opens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGYFs7RspGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RvLzFRbLw2c/s1600-h/angel(33).bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216863487739602018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGYFs7RspGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RvLzFRbLw2c/s320/angel(33).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally! The boring nothing to do holidays are over!! I can finally get back to school and meet all my classmates and friends again. Back to my normal school life was never easy. I have to get use to the most common thing of all, getting up at six in the morning. Maybe to some of you is an easy task to do but for me, I had a hard time switching my holiday mode to school mode. My "gear" seem to be stuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In my school, they always change the time table every semaster. So I had to log into my AskNLearn account and download it. To my horror, we are going to return home late... The first thing that comes to my mind was always "Why is teacher doing this to me?? Why do they have to make me suffer??" Later then i found out that it wasn't so bad after all. We had a new subject. It is that the malays have to learn chinese language and the chinese have to learn the malay language. Interesting huh? But i really do felt like a wilting plant when I'm actually in the malay class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Besides the class activities, I also have to dance together with the choir members for the Singapore Youth Festival (SYF) Opening Ceremony. It is a combined school choir dance, so there will be other students from other schools dancing with us. Over 300, nearly 400 of us dancing and performing in the Singapore Indoor Stadium making all sorts of formations. It's gonna be so awesome. So we practiced almost every single day to perfect our moves and memorize the lyrics of the songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, even though they are making me work extra hard here, I still enjoy school. So let's hope that the school will arrange more fun and awesome activities for us. May God shower His blessings to all students and bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-646807679722350557?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/646807679722350557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=646807679722350557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/646807679722350557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/646807679722350557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-re-opens.html' title='School Re-opens'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGYFs7RspGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RvLzFRbLw2c/s72-c/angel(33).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-5365086422814849159</id><published>2008-06-09T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:50:51.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzuzDyqGpI/AAAAAAAAAII/wqf0bzt7AVk/s1600-h/angel(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209801429919341202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzuzDyqGpI/AAAAAAAAAII/wqf0bzt7AVk/s320/angel(37).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Folowing morning, I woke up the same way i did. I see the same window of the hotel. But the time is up. I forced myself to get up and pack my stuff before time is up. I can still remember the extreme fun like it was a minuite ago. My sister knocked on the bathroom door and warned me about the time. I got out and get dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;It was a lazy morning, everything seemed so boring that day. I didn't eat much at the buffet either. The clouds had floated to the place with the wind blowin it. It was a chilly morning. The moment i step into the garden and saw the beautiful mountains, it reminded me of how God created this place and how we changed it into the way we liked. We never thought of the impact we did to earth, instead we enjoy it. Now many complains about the weather getting hot... Ever think of who did this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-5365086422814849159?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5365086422814849159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=5365086422814849159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5365086422814849159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5365086422814849159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzuzDyqGpI/AAAAAAAAAII/wqf0bzt7AVk/s72-c/angel(37).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7144160507355814568</id><published>2008-06-09T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:29:42.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day in Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzpttnDwZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZzKBS7IM8FY/s1600-h/animal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209795840507625874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzpttnDwZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZzKBS7IM8FY/s320/animal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I woke up, and found myself in the hotel room. It was a weird night as i keep waking up and falling back to sleep. But well, I was excited cause i know that we're goin to our favourite place, the theme park. But first, my daddy's got a plan. We're goin to see the temple at lower grounds (still highlands) then head back to the peak to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We went to the bus pick-up point right after he had finnished our breakfast. The we traveled down to the temple. That temple was big, really big. It was like a maze. But yet, easy to find your way. We walked around and saw the giant buddah statue and the ten hell chambers thing. Pretty scary though. After that, we went back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My dad brought me to the "rippley's believe it or not" place, where there are lots of strange exhibits. I saw a fake mermaid, it was said to be found in fiji and they called it "fiji mermaid". It was a monkey body with a fish tail. How disgusting but found out it was fake so i just ignored it. Then the two freaky statues that can make you pregnant if yout touch it. I was laughing at it, who could believe that?? But it said that 13 women rubbed it, they were all single and didn't have sex before. Then, they got pregnant. But that doesn't prove anything, they might be lying about not having sex in the first place. But it's up to you to believe it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then we had lunch and was getting ready to go wild at the theme park. But then... It rained. They paused every last thing in the theme park for some safety reasons. So we went shopping instead. After a while, the rain stoped, so we rushed and got the tickets. We went in, and got wild. Me and my sister sat on the roller coaster and gone crazy. We didn't know that there was a camera there so it took a picture of us and we laughed at it. We were so ugly!! Then we took another ride, when you have to be 70kg and below to ride it. It's a car thing that is pulled up to somewhere high, then pushed down from the high hill and loads of turns and stuff. It was EXTREME!!! Then me and my brother took the pirate ship. It went 90 degrees, I was facing the ground. It was my favourite ride, So awesome that i took a few more times. I almost puked. The pictures were really funny so we bought two of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We were about to get back to the hotel, cause it was gettin dark. A special supprice from God is here. It was Click 5 live concert!!! I didn't bought the ticket and watch the concert, i just stood outside and listened to them sing. Waste of money to get in there anyway. It was fun, EXTREME FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7144160507355814568?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7144160507355814568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7144160507355814568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7144160507355814568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7144160507355814568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/second-day-in-genting.html' title='Second Day in Genting'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzpttnDwZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZzKBS7IM8FY/s72-c/animal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-5804374895124267770</id><published>2008-06-09T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:51:12.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzg05HuSuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y6jM-a6pmrs/s1600-h/girl(4).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209786068251855586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzg05HuSuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y6jM-a6pmrs/s320/girl(4).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Early in the morning, i have to wake up at 4AM then travel to the place that the bus will pick us up and drive us to Genting. I was really tired and it felt like my body is breaking apart. Well, by the time i got onto the bus, i culdn't sleep at all. It was a long journey, like about 5 to 6 hours. I almost puked in the bus when we were driving up the mountain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh finally!!! We reached Genting Highlands. It was cold there, less than 25 degrees. We got down the bus and went to check into the hotel room. It was a long que. We waited for like, 30 mins till our turn. So many people. My dad got the keys to our rooms so we hurried up the stairs and I finally can rest there. After a while I feel fine then we started the shopping spree. We didn't buy much though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After a while, my dad brought us to the cable car center to go down the mountain. Not that we go down all the way, we just went down to half of the mountain. And there, we bought alot of things. Mostly are foods. My dad bought me a watch, i was so happy! It's Casio, my favourite brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then, we got a free ticket into the mini zoo there. I saw some birds and kangaroos, snakes and turtles, fishes and people. It was really interesting and exciting to see those cute animals. Then, night falls. We went back up the mountain and back to the hotel room. So we prepared for the next day, I call it the extreme day cause i can take on all the extreme rides at the theme park on the top of the mountain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-5804374895124267770?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5804374895124267770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=5804374895124267770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5804374895124267770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5804374895124267770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-in-genting.html' title='First Day in Genting'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEzg05HuSuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Y6jM-a6pmrs/s72-c/girl(4).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-5105449061400872121</id><published>2008-06-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:38:36.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEfsMXCAQCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nqb2yNr_KvM/s1600-h/angel(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208391191162273826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEfsMXCAQCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nqb2yNr_KvM/s320/angel(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God gave us friends,&lt;br /&gt;So that we are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;God gave friends,&lt;br /&gt;So that we will not be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God gave us friends,&lt;br /&gt;So that we can smile.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us friends,&lt;br /&gt;So that that we will learn to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God gave us friends,&lt;br /&gt;To learn to care.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us friends,&lt;br /&gt;Because He loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-5105449061400872121?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5105449061400872121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=5105449061400872121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5105449061400872121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5105449061400872121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEfsMXCAQCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nqb2yNr_KvM/s72-c/angel(36).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7328228401741943219</id><published>2008-06-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:57:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night, Be Back On Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEfiUXCAP9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xjoQNInvCP8/s1600-h/angel(50).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208380333484949458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEfiUXCAP9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xjoQNInvCP8/s320/angel(50).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, tonight is the night! I will go to Malaysia the folowing morning and return home on Monday. I hope that I will not get car sick along the way in the bus and have lots of fun there. I cannot wait to be there cause i know that God has prepared something educative, yet fun for me there. I will share with you once I've come back and tell you what has happened along the way, what I've seen and all. I hope that you guys would have lots of fun during the holidays, and working days as well. May God shower His blessing to on all bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7328228401741943219?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7328228401741943219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7328228401741943219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7328228401741943219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7328228401741943219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-night-be-back-on-monday.html' title='Last Night, Be Back On Monday'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEfiUXCAP9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xjoQNInvCP8/s72-c/angel(50).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-5072672752872467449</id><published>2008-06-04T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:53:22.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin On a Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEYtinCAP7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9W818UktEbE/s1600-h/spirit(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207900091716747186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEYtinCAP7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9W818UktEbE/s320/spirit(2).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey friends! I would be oin on a holiday to Malaysia this coming Friday. I hope that your holidays will be fun also. I really cannot wait for that day to come and I would have lots of things to learn and share it with you guys. I hope that this time to Malaysia would be a really educative and fun time with my family. And when I come back, I will be sharing about what happen from day one to the final day. I would be totally awesome to share about it and tell about the experiences that I've gained from the vacation. I hope that you people will have a very great holiday and fun times. May God bless you and the rest of your family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-5072672752872467449?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5072672752872467449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=5072672752872467449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5072672752872467449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5072672752872467449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/goin-on-holiday.html' title='Goin On a Holiday'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEYtinCAP7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9W818UktEbE/s72-c/spirit(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-9136087001559976561</id><published>2008-06-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:38:18.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Spoke, God Listens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEKz2XCAP4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mj4az7SVFM4/s1600-h/angel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206921865670442882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEKz2XCAP4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mj4az7SVFM4/s320/angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Today, I wasn't in a very perfect mood. Today, something very important in my life is not here. Or rather, someone. But I cannot blame him for not talking to me because it was partly my fault to leave him all alone for church. The next thing i know is that he got mad and blocked me. One whole day without him is just different. Everything is not the same. Things started to seem boring all of a suddent, life is so lonely. I didn't know what to do but to hope that he would come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At night, my very good friend sent me this bible verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persute you, Matthew 5:44. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From then i realized that God is trying to tell me to pray to Him. So i did. I prayed and blessed everyone, asked for forgiveness. I almost cried. I told all my problems to Lord. He heard my prayer. After that I went and do my things as usual. Everything was fine untill I started getting mad at him. I cannot forgive him for blocking me and not talking to me, i tried to calm down and ask myself, why am i mad. Then, my friend sent me another verse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is writen: "It is mine to revenge; I will repay," says the Lord. Romans 12:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From that moment, i realized that i have to reason to get mad all I have to do is to leave everything to God. And so did. I relaxed and chatted with my friend. And you know what? He came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-9136087001559976561?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9136087001559976561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=9136087001559976561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/9136087001559976561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/9136087001559976561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-spoke-god-listens.html' title='God Spoke, God Listens'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SEKz2XCAP4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mj4az7SVFM4/s72-c/angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-6820767605521720566</id><published>2008-05-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:06:56.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God listens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SD7GPnCAP3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/C_FS2DR22C8/s1600-h/angel(45).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205816190764597106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SD7GPnCAP3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/C_FS2DR22C8/s320/angel(45).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another day when I'm depressed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once more I pray to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The tears that I have shed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My heart has broken down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once more I pray to God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To take away all my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once more I look up to Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once more I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I sing as I shed my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I opened my heart to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He saw my broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He saw me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now my tears are gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The pain is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once more I pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To thank the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I look up to Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He sees my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I speak to Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He hears my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;God listens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-6820767605521720566?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6820767605521720566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=6820767605521720566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6820767605521720566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6820767605521720566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-listens.html' title='God listens'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SD7GPnCAP3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/C_FS2DR22C8/s72-c/angel(45).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1018869359877300264</id><published>2008-05-28T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:35:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SD0ZH3CAPzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vXRH0_Ar2c0/s1600-h/angel(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205344367132294962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SD0ZH3CAPzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vXRH0_Ar2c0/s320/angel(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We can face tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We have talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We can love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We give thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All are from God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All He created!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thank the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1018869359877300264?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1018869359877300264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1018869359877300264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1018869359877300264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1018869359877300264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-of-god.html' title='Because of God'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SD0ZH3CAPzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vXRH0_Ar2c0/s72-c/angel(40).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-6309149283033579837</id><published>2008-05-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:36:27.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SDl5DnCAPxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Xic5odqqdc/s1600-h/å¤ä»¶+å¤ä»¶+angel(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204323947327274770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SDl5DnCAPxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Xic5odqqdc/s320/%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+angel(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;June is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holidays arived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A month to rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A month to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No more school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No more work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But let us not forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The teachers have a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Homeworks posted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sent and listed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Much to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Much to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Exams are back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When is June is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Works are back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;More to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Working hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A key to sucess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So during June,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lets learn more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-6309149283033579837?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6309149283033579837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=6309149283033579837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6309149283033579837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6309149283033579837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SDl5DnCAPxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Xic5odqqdc/s72-c/%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+angel(29).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7685429240316048203</id><published>2008-05-23T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:25:37.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Results Out! On Parent Teachers Meeting Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203578096191553282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SDbStXCAPwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VTR-8SJFyI4/s320/angel(35).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today i went for the parent teachers meeting to get my results for the first semester. It was good but i was a little bit nervouse but it was fun. My friends and I were crowding around to take a look at each other's report slip. Well, I did promise you guys that I will tell you my results (Not in numbers, but in grades)... So here goes! ^0^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;English Language: B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chinese Language: C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mathematics: A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Science: A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Geography: B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;History: B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;English Literature: A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Design &amp;amp; Technology: A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Home Economics: A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Visual Arts: A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;These results are the combination of the mid-year examination and the first term examination. I think i will work harder for the final- year examination and the second term examination because they are the most important exams through out the whole year. But well, thank God that I did well, I'm so glad that i passed my math and chinese this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(highest A1 - E8 lowest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7685429240316048203?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7685429240316048203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7685429240316048203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7685429240316048203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7685429240316048203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-results-out-on-parent-teachers.html' title='All Results Out! On Parent Teachers Meeting Day!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SDbStXCAPwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VTR-8SJFyI4/s72-c/angel(35).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-4857415065726534471</id><published>2008-05-19T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:29:38.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202059905187562178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SDFt7A0BwsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v2HQh9BsQys/s320/angel(60).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The path of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I will walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;His light of glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I bow before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;His gift of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The wind of forgiveness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I repent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The love of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;never ends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Day and night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I will pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Forever I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Will walk His path;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A victorious life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I will live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-4857415065726534471?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4857415065726534471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=4857415065726534471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/4857415065726534471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/4857415065726534471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/path-of-god.html' title='The Path of God'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SDFt7A0BwsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v2HQh9BsQys/s72-c/angel(60).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-797564821277912297</id><published>2008-05-15T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:45:32.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results are Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SCvpFA0BwrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KyweEoZRX64/s1600-h/fairy(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200506467056206514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SCvpFA0BwrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KyweEoZRX64/s320/fairy(2).bmp" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got my results back, but not all of them. I only have my chinese, english, math a science results with me at the moment. But i admit that it is rather embarrasing to tell you guys the scores, so I'm just gonna tell you the grades. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I will start from the worst to the best. First, i got a C5 for chinese. Then, i got B4 for english, and B3 for math. Then.................................................................................................... A1 FOR SCIENCE!!!! WOOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yup, i totally freaked out when i saw those numbers(i meant the score)! Man, i was jumping around in class like a hyper monkey who ate too much candies. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But i can't say the same for chinese... i almost failed. But thank God that i passed because of some easy words. :p And i have to admit, i did freaked out when i saw that i have passed chinese! The first ever time in my secondary school life. I mean, I have been failing all the tests since I entered this school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But well, it's all ok now. All i have to do is to just wait for next week to come then I will see how well i have done for the rest of the subjects. That is geography, english literature and history. May God bless me... :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Highest A1 - E8 Lowest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-797564821277912297?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/797564821277912297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=797564821277912297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/797564821277912297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/797564821277912297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/results-are-out.html' title='Results are Out!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SCvpFA0BwrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KyweEoZRX64/s72-c/fairy(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1972630769190273655</id><published>2008-05-10T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:00:13.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SCVsV-mqbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fpU6jQTNEzo/s1600-h/angel(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198680469707320946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SCVsV-mqbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fpU6jQTNEzo/s320/angel(53).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry for not posting anything for a long time. I've been busy preparing for my mid-year examinations. I hope you guys understand and had blessed days.. or rather months. After all these yough time studying, it finally paid off. I find that all the papers are easy and can be done but only without careless mistakes. Although I have some questions which I don't know how to answer, I think I will pass the exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;For that month I also have a hard time with some of my friends but thank God that it turn out alright. And we are still friends but all I have to say is that watch out for liars and predators on the internet. I have a tip for everyone, never to have online relationships as it will never last long, it hurts and the other person may be lying the whole time. You can't trust them 100% as people just lie too much. I think that people should learn to stop lying so that they can gain the trust of other people and the friendship will get better. Lying is also a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have also gained a new hobby besides drawing manga, it is writing poems. Some are just in my diary but some I can post it out here. Please comment on them so I can improve on it. Ever since I learn literature in secondary schools, I fell in love with poems. I feel so relaxed and calm when i am reading one. Making them also removes my stress and bad moods. That is why some of them I worte are very emotional as i "left all my sadness" in the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But for now I have to rest for church tomorrow, just like it is every Sunday. May you people have a blessed day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1972630769190273655?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1972630769190273655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1972630769190273655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1972630769190273655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1972630769190273655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SCVsV-mqbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fpU6jQTNEzo/s72-c/angel(53).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-939116600751189818</id><published>2008-03-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:33:37.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Offerings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9-aM6xgZPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TAz8DvLov8M/s1600-h/angel(8).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179027643225367794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9-aM6xgZPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TAz8DvLov8M/s320/angel(8).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One Saturday morning as I drove up the road leading to our house, I recognized two bikes lying in the driveway of a new neighbour I haven't met yet. I stopped just in time to see my 11-year-old twins from the neighbour's house, carrying cans of soda. I asked what were doing, and Russell answered, "well, you always told us to welcome new neighbours, so we made something for them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"What did you make?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Pancakes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"And how did you get pencakes here on your bikes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Easy," answered Andrew, demonstrating. "We put them in our pockets!" I tried to picture the new neighbour's reaction to these unwanted gifts, but it must have been gracious, since the twins ended up with sodas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes, in my zeal to "do something" for God, I am like my twins. I offer Him my crumpled pancakes, which He hasn't asked for, When He has so much more to give me. If I were a bit more like David, I might check in with God to see if my plans were in line with His plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Pam Sneddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-939116600751189818?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/939116600751189818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=939116600751189818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/939116600751189818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/939116600751189818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/pancake-offerings.html' title='Pancake Offerings'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9-aM6xgZPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TAz8DvLov8M/s72-c/angel(8).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7362798211801248699</id><published>2008-03-08T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:35:20.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Letter That My Friend Sent Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9KV6KxgZOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ds5RdH9OTko/s1600-h/angel(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175363748359070946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9KV6KxgZOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ds5RdH9OTko/s320/angel(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My friend sent me this wonderful email. It's very meaningful and it thought me alot. Some of your guys might have known this but just read it... I got my reflection :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sand and Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT.DURING SOME POINT OF THE lJOURNEY, THEY HAD ANARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIENDSLAPPED THE OTHER ONEIN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING,WROTE IN THE SAND: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,WHERE THEY DECIDEDTO TAKE A BATH THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE ! AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING,HE WROTE ON A STONE: 'TODAY MY BEST FRIENDSAVED MY LIFE '. THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'THE FRIEND REPLIED'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOESSOMETHING GOOD FOR US,WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE WHERE NO WINDCAN EVER ERASE IT.'LEARN TO WRITEYOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TOCARVE YOURBENEFITS IN STONE.THEY SAY IT TAKES A MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL PERSON, AN HOUR TO APPRECIATE THEM, A DAY TO LOVE THEM, BUT THENAN ENTIRE LIFE TO FORGET THEM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The mail told me to forgive and forget. Just like what God is trying to teach us. The world is in chaos because we don;t know how to forgive. It is so simple, just leave everything to God! God knows what to do, God will teach them to be right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Purple : my reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Violet : title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orange : the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7362798211801248699?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7362798211801248699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7362798211801248699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7362798211801248699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7362798211801248699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonderful-letter-that-my-friend-sent-me.html' title='A Wonderful Letter That My Friend Sent Me'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9KV6KxgZOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ds5RdH9OTko/s72-c/angel(25).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-7606872582672290866</id><published>2008-03-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:08:31.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9KMJ6xgZMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dupEcdNiUHQ/s1600-h/angel(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175353023825732802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9KMJ6xgZMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dupEcdNiUHQ/s320/angel(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Hey people! I apologise for not posting something for a long time. I've just returned from my Sec 1 Experiencial Camp 2008. This camp rocks! Thanks God for planning this camp for me. I've learnt alot from this camp. And i seriously love the campfire!! It was awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Let me share with you what i've learnt from this camp. I've learnt alot, not only on science, or personal safety, I've learnt to apreciate what we have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;During the nature ramble, we went into the forest. There lots of mud and insects. We went in and to the muddy river. It is black in color and loads of poop in there. But, when i heard what the instructor was saying, i got touched. I felt that we are spoiled. We are just like spoilt brats who don't know how to apreciate. What we have now, is far more awesome than what the people have in the past in World War 2. The instructor said, "If you can't even handle just that little and and dirt, how can you endure when theres is really a war?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;God has bless us. We must appreciate God. Now in a confortable place reading all this your might find it boring but let me tell you, if one day , there is really a World War 3, and you are there "Ewww!! Discusting! My bed is not confortable! The toilet bowl cannot flush!" I don't think you can ever ever survife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We are here and the Lord is up there watching over each and every one of us. He knows what we are thinking, what we are doing. He is even teaching each and every one of us right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-7606872582672290866?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7606872582672290866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=7606872582672290866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7606872582672290866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/7606872582672290866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/camp_08.html' title='The Camp'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R9KMJ6xgZMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dupEcdNiUHQ/s72-c/angel(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-2908536738848129256</id><published>2008-02-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:47:13.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R7aw8HdsFTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YMuRNhKiQAM/s1600-h/animal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167512169296434482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="286" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R7aw8HdsFTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YMuRNhKiQAM/s320/animal.bmp" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people, holiday's over and school's back! I've graduated to a new school now. More subjects, more tests and more friends! But I have to wake up earlier to get to school on time. I don't wanna get detention. The new disapline mistress is very strict. I got my book confiscated cause i read it during assembly time. I know it's my fault but i have to hurry up and finnish my assignment. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways, hope u guys have fun in your new schools...I know it;s hard to say goodbye but i'll keep in contact with you guys! ^0^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-2908536738848129256?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2908536738848129256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=2908536738848129256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2908536738848129256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2908536738848129256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/schools-back.html' title='School&apos;s Back'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R7aw8HdsFTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YMuRNhKiQAM/s72-c/animal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-3321055397748819020</id><published>2008-01-13T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:16:07.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptisiam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R4msg8MQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wMGPjn04IaQ/s1600-h/water(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154840930415605138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R4msg8MQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wMGPjn04IaQ/s320/water(2).bmp" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;On 6 jan 2008, i baptised. Baptisiam is a very important thing for christians cause on that day, your old self will be crusifide and a new bedining is started. You'll live a life victoriously with God's presence and learning just turned into a fun thing for me. Although I fall into temtation, but the Lord will always give me a path to escape from the temtation. The Lord often teach me through the bible or some christian books like Our Daily Bread. I experianced God's love more often now. Our Lord is the most wonderful Father in the universe. Our Father is the creator of Heaven n Earth. I love him and will obey him always. A prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you for every thing that has happened to me, for loving me, for teaching me. Father, please give me the strength to overcome the tamptation and walk towards You. Bless every one in the world and let the see Your light. In Jesus name, amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-3321055397748819020?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3321055397748819020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=3321055397748819020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3321055397748819020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3321055397748819020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/baptisiam.html' title='Baptisiam'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R4msg8MQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wMGPjn04IaQ/s72-c/water(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-6933522412498360929</id><published>2007-12-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:40:46.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R1acLvr_x5I/AAAAAAAAADk/Z7Og8HjsJiI/s1600-h/angel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140467750283495314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R1acLvr_x5I/AAAAAAAAADk/Z7Og8HjsJiI/s320/angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Many people think that forgiving is just forgeting one's sin. Well no, our Savior is not just simply forgeting sin, as is suggested by the naive cliche "forgive and forget." Often such an idea gains credence by quoting the biblical idea that God "forgeets" our sins. That language is certainly used, for example, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hebrews 10:17, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But we must not misread that to mean that our sins are somehow earased from God's memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God didn't forget our sins; He recorded them so that all future generations would know about them and learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So when God says that He does not remember our sins, it means that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He does not remember it againts us, that He does not treat us on the basis of our sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blue &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;= Bible verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;= Important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-6933522412498360929?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6933522412498360929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=6933522412498360929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6933522412498360929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/6933522412498360929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R1acLvr_x5I/AAAAAAAAADk/Z7Og8HjsJiI/s72-c/angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-2373741812124983444</id><published>2007-12-03T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:51:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all over...I'm free...Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139588759456565090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 529px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R1N8vvr_x2I/AAAAAAAAACs/3tGAHHHoKk8/s320/girl(24).bmp" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PSLE is over...School days are over...Prize giving day is over... What's next is a greater challange. But let's go for the holidays and be happy!! But will I? My friends are gone, they have their own targets, many things still awaits...Will our friendship last? Will we see each other again? Will we hang out and play games like we use to? Will we do the camp fire again like the camp nights we had? Will we cry as we see our results of the exam like we use to? Will we be friends forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm crying as i write this post. Every time i think about school, i'll cry just a little. Anyways, enough of the crying. It's time we step out a achieve our goals. But one big question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will our friendship last forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-2373741812124983444?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2373741812124983444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=2373741812124983444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2373741812124983444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/2373741812124983444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-all-overim-freeam-i.html' title='It&apos;s all over...I&apos;m free...Am I?'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/R1N8vvr_x2I/AAAAAAAAACs/3tGAHHHoKk8/s72-c/girl(24).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-549259396446149909</id><published>2007-10-31T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:38:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I gonna wear for graduation night??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127399863497921250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" height="333" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RygvAn0uEuI/AAAAAAAAACk/fAeyELYIlAk/s320/girl(23).bmp" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH MY GOSH!!! This friday is graduation night!! What am I going to wear??!! No worries, I got a great idea on what am I going to wear! A skirt, a Yellow top, a belt and a nacklace. My friend is coming over to do make-up with me!! I'm so going to look nice!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every year, my school have this king and queen of the prompt cometetion!! I so wanted to be the queen but in oder to do that, i'm gonna have to dress beautifully. I wonder who the king will be... But i sure hope the queen will be my! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I hope that I will enjoy that night and have fun with all my friends! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This Friday is gonna be do cool!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope it's romantic too...  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-549259396446149909?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/549259396446149909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=549259396446149909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/549259396446149909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/549259396446149909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-am-i-gonna-wear-for-graduation.html' title='What am I gonna wear for graduation night??!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RygvAn0uEuI/AAAAAAAAACk/fAeyELYIlAk/s72-c/girl(23).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-3562184276614074038</id><published>2007-10-19T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:26:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122912608863196306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="333" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Rxg94BqpFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T3DRWXU2HSM/s320/demon(4).bmp" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Helloween is here!!! Woo hoo!!!! I get to go to Escape Theme Park with my best friend!!! It'll be totaly cool there!! Especialy the haunted house which is not haunted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I really look forward to ride on the "wet and wild" ang i don't mind getting wet! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh oh oh!!! And the vikings!!! That 1 is my favourite ride!!! Woo hoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Then I'll go to the totaly spooky "haunted" house! I wonder why many people scream there... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Any ways, it'll be totaly cool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And happy helloween!! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-3562184276614074038?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3562184276614074038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=3562184276614074038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3562184276614074038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/3562184276614074038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/helloween.html' title='Helloween!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Rxg94BqpFJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T3DRWXU2HSM/s72-c/demon(4).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-296584494976981131</id><published>2007-10-18T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:33:01.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122467787690284146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="352" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RxapUBqpFHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6z2ASMBxL48/s320/%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+angel(30).jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Many people thought that love can hurt but they are wrong. Actualy, it's the hatrate in one's heart that cause the hurt. Love is the strong feeling in our hearts towards another. It is such a power that it can heal one's heart. Love is not only those boy friend and girl friend stuff. It can be friendship love and family love. Like i love my family, friends and my pets. Just like God love all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God is love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-296584494976981131?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/296584494976981131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=296584494976981131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/296584494976981131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/296584494976981131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RxapUBqpFHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6z2ASMBxL48/s72-c/%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+%E5%A4%8D%E4%BB%B6+angel(30).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-83578306314097688</id><published>2007-10-11T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:22:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Rw3bxxqpFGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K-ou7YOo16I/s1600-h/fairy(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119989999582385250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Rw3bxxqpFGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K-ou7YOo16I/s320/fairy(3).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YAY!! PSLE is finaly over!! I can relax now... But i'm still worried about my results, wether i'll go to the school i wanted to go and wether i'll go into express or not. But wat is done is done. Atleast i've put in my effort. now is time for brainstorming wat to wear on graduation night!!! Hmm...a skirt?...a pair of jeans?...a dress?...hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, i'll wear anything but a dress!! (I hate dress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I sure hope i look nice on that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways people...especialy girls, please comand and give me ideas on what to wear on that night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-83578306314097688?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/83578306314097688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=83578306314097688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/83578306314097688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/83578306314097688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/feedom.html' title='Feedom...'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/Rw3bxxqpFGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K-ou7YOo16I/s72-c/fairy(3).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-5343970596558711244</id><published>2007-09-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:43:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>听错话</title><content type='html'>●小时候听《信天游》:"我低头,向山沟",总觉得是"我的头,像山沟".&lt;br /&gt;●"千年等一回,等一回——"有人听成:"千年的女鬼,的女鬼——"&lt;br /&gt;●当年综艺大观的结束曲:"再见,再见,相会在彩屏前……"怎么听都像:"相会在太平间……"后来估计是观众意见太大,改成"相会在掌声里"了.&lt;br /&gt;●记得米老鼠和唐老鸭吗?片头说,"啊,演出开始了!"我听了好久,一直以为他说,"啊,野猪拉屎了!" ●《济公》里唱:"哪里有不平哪有我."太对了,地上哪里不平,当然会有"窝"了!&lt;br /&gt;●《龙的传人》那句"永永远远地擦亮眼",当初无论如何也听不懂,总听成"永永远远地差两年",老是纳闷儿,为什么一定要差两年呢?&lt;br /&gt;●孟庭苇的《你究竟有几个好妹妹》,里面有一句"为何每个妹妹都嫁给眼泪",我怎么听,都是"为何每个妹妹都嫁给人类"!&lt;br /&gt;●我的高中同学告诉我,他小时候把"边区的太阳红又红"听成"变压器的太阳红又红"!他那时根本不知道"边区"是什么,只是记得清清楚楚,每天傍晚时可以看见村子西边红红的落日.最要命的是,在他们村子西边某个高处架着一台变压器,傍晚刚好看到变压器上方有一轮红日.于是我同学一直纳闷儿:为什么写歌的人知道他们村的变压器放在西边呢?&lt;br /&gt;●刘德华的《中国人》里,"五千年的风和雨呀藏了多少梦",听成"吴倩莲的风和雨呀藏了多少梦".奇怪,难不成他们有过一段……&lt;br /&gt;●"我能想到最浪漫的事,就是和你一起慢慢变老",听成"我能想到最浪漫的事,就是和你一起卖卖电脑……"&lt;br /&gt;●小时候,我跟着电视学唱《聪明的一休》的主题歌(日文),误听误学,就唱成了"格叽,格叽,格叽,格叽格叽,阿姨洗痰盂……"&lt;br /&gt;●"学习雷锋,好榜样……立场坚定豆子香……"为什么立场坚定了,豆子也就香了呢?因为豆子也是爱国的吧.我一直是这样理解的.&lt;br /&gt; ●"……我们的祖国是花园,花园的花朵真鲜艳,和暖的阳光照耀着我们,每个人脸上都笑开颜……"后两句小时候听成"河南的阳光照耀着我们,美国人脸上笑开颜",郁闷了好些年……&lt;br /&gt;●我小时候听别人唱过一句:"我们坐在高高的骨灰缸边,听妈妈讲那过去的事情……"觉得很恐怖,直到高中才知道歌词是:"……谷堆旁边……"&lt;br /&gt; ●听陈小春的新专辑《抱一抱》,风格换了,情深款款的.一路听下来,忽然听到陈小春频频唱"小畜生",再留神,没错啊,全句似乎是"让全世界叫小畜生".不是改雅痞了吗?不对头啊?一看歌词才知:"我可以让全世界都笑出声!"唉!&lt;br /&gt; ●有一首歌,直到现在那句话我还认为是:"一群三八舞",知道是哪首不———《忘情森巴舞》.&lt;br /&gt;●有没有听过张学友唱的《结束不是我要的结果》——"……结束不是我要的结果……那个等在车窗里面的人已不是我……"我和好友俩人听了很多次,都以为"那个等在厕所里的人已不是我……"怎么也没想通.&lt;br /&gt;●还有一次,把"……大雁听过我的歌,小河亲过我的脸……"听成:"大爷听过我的歌,小伙亲过我的脸."晕!&lt;br /&gt; ●后来又听同寝室的同学唱单身情歌:"……爱要越挫越勇……"听成"……爱要越做越勇……"&lt;br /&gt;●任贤齐版的《神雕侠侣》的主题曲里"让我悲也好,让我醉也好……"我总是听成"杨过悲也好,杨过醉也好……"哎!干吗老跟男主角过不去呢!!!&lt;br /&gt;●还记得游子费翔的《故乡的云》吗——"……鬼来吧,鬼来……(归来吧,归来)",乍一听,真吓了一跳.&lt;br /&gt;●我一个农村来的同学,在听张惠妹的《姐妹》时,"……你是我的姐妹,你是我的Baby!"听了两天,终于忍不住开口了:"这女的怎么唱的啊?怎么又是我姐妹又是我伯伯的啊!?"&lt;br /&gt;●初中时有个同学听阿哲的《爱如潮水》,困惑地问我:"为什么他要唱'答应我你从此不在深夜里排队'(徘徊)?"&lt;br /&gt;●第一次在听童安格《耶利安女郎》时,竟听成"……野驴呀,神秘野驴呀……"纳闷儿了好一阵子! ●要说吐字不清,首推周杰伦,他一首歌里哼哼:"小贱人,小贱人,小贱人,小贱人,小贱人,小贱人……"我一听那个爽,也跟着唱,被女友痛骂后才知道,那兄唱的是"周杰伦,周杰伦,周杰伦……"还有管自己叫小贱人的?&lt;br /&gt;●还有一个,和歌词没有关系的,是一句广告.大家看过张柏芝的索芙特瘦身广告没有啊.张柏芝手托在腰上,一摇一摆,丰姿绰约地走出来,旁边两个美女羡慕地看着,张美人说了一句"为什么不用索芙特?"我听成了"为什么不用手扶着?"以为张美人嫌自己的腰太细,怕折断呢,所以告诉大家要手扶着细腰,小心腰折了!很久以后和朋友们交流,才得知真相.大家爆笑!&lt;br /&gt;●周杰伦的《最后的战役》里有“我留着陪你”一只都听成“我流着喷嚏”继而联想到“我流着鼻涕”&lt;br /&gt;●还有蔡依林的《骑士精神》里面“莫名其妙的话语”，我听成了“莫名其妙的怀孕”。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-5343970596558711244?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5343970596558711244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=5343970596558711244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5343970596558711244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/5343970596558711244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='听错话'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-8458049131820053075</id><published>2007-09-18T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:40:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars or Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I have been reading the news papers and found pictures of stars nad news about them. My friends also have their idol but that set me thinking: If they (people) got bored with the songs or movies that their idols do or if they listened to another song or seen another movie which is better than the 1 that their idol did, wouldn't they got a "new" star  instead n keep new pictures of their idol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, what I'll do is not have any idols but i will enjoy the songs n movies act or sang by the stars. Not like people get alot of pistures autographs and then they got bored with it then keep them somewhere than have another idol. Idols are also humans with feelings, if we just like keep every thing that have them on then got bored with it then put them away, it's the same as dumping a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So guys, don't treat stars as stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-8458049131820053075?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8458049131820053075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=8458049131820053075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8458049131820053075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/8458049131820053075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/stars-or-stars.html' title='Stars or Stars'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-231020583497787421</id><published>2007-09-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:03:30.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny video!!</title><content type='html'>Go to this link (below) to watch the funny video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzkEsSHOxQU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzkEsSHOxQU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is super funny! So hope u guys anjoy it! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-231020583497787421?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/231020583497787421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=231020583497787421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/231020583497787421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/231020583497787421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-video.html' title='Funny video!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-1013241179848478316</id><published>2007-09-15T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:07:27.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun sites that i know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RuvJFs3KEEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vuh2nkPiPE0/s1600-h/flying.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110399301960994882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="257" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RuvJFs3KEEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vuh2nkPiPE0/s320/flying.bmp" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some fun and educative sites that i know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://flyff.gpotato.com/"&gt;http://flyff.gpotato.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.runescape.com/"&gt;http://www.runescape.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.runehq.com/"&gt;http://www.runehq.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;http://www.yahoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.ask.com/"&gt;http://www.ask.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.heavygames.com/"&gt;http://www.heavygames.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/"&gt;http://www.radioblogclub.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mapelsea.com/"&gt;http://www.mapelsea.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/"&gt;http://www.smileycentral.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys enjoy traveling the net! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-1013241179848478316?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1013241179848478316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=1013241179848478316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1013241179848478316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/1013241179848478316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-fun-sites-that-i-know.html' title='Some fun sites that i know'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RuvJFs3KEEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vuh2nkPiPE0/s72-c/flying.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668329173526769590.post-9006697502502445715</id><published>2007-09-14T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:46:52.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Start off'/><title type='text'>The name's Angel!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RupSQs3KEDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOOTR0CiXoQ/s1600-h/angel(10).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109987174079139890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RupSQs3KEDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOOTR0CiXoQ/s320/angel(10).bmp" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey guys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first time i'm having a blog so hope u people don't mind about the spelling errors n if there is anything u guys want me to change, please coment so that i can change it. ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any ways, i must also introduce myself! lol   To tell u people the truth, my name is Angel. i'm a christian so that explains y i have the name. I'm a girl n i love arts n science. I can draw really well (I'm not boasting!!) n i learn guitar too! And i LOVE anime pictures!!! As u guys can see, that picture (right) is 1 of the 100+ anime images i have! lol  I'm working hard for my coming examinations so if you people have some tips on how to get good results and keeping calm before the examination start, please, please TELL ME!! I serioucely need help on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, i almost forgot about my hobies! I LOVE to draw. some times at home when i'm free, i draw in my secret scetch book. i really drew alot of pictures and some are kinda "loving" (not the "dirty" kind!!)I love music too! Sometimes, when i got nothing to do, i listen to music on radioblogclub.com . I also play the guitar as i sing! lol (my singing is not that good... =P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, i kinda ran out of ideas so guys, PLEASE COMENT so that i can get better on this blog thing. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, n i need help in puting music too! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668329173526769590-9006697502502445715?l=angelwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9006697502502445715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668329173526769590&amp;postID=9006697502502445715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/9006697502502445715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668329173526769590/posts/default/9006697502502445715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/names-angel.html' title='The name&apos;s Angel!!'/><author><name>miss lim (6D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307082849683084864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_otpvgcP37g0/SGjmEixiR1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACXGF9RFdDo/S220/angel.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otpvgcP37g0/RupSQs3KEDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOOTR0CiXoQ/s72-c/angel(10).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
