<?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-4076779879129214050</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:05:02.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-4242801367752164185</id><published>2010-05-20T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:34:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bat</title><content type='html'>Omg just now my sister saw a black thing flew into our house. Most likely a bird. But no idea where it went. So maybe my sister had an illusion. When I followed my mother to the kitchen, I saw a big black colour stuff on the floor beside the dinning table in front of the mirror. Then I asked my mother to see it. It does not look like a bird. My mom told my father to see it and he said it was a OMG BAT. OMG. Then they were deciding what to do with it. So they decided to trap it using a net. So after trapping, they wondered and decided to kill it:( So sad. I wanted to keep it... Then they took a shoe to beat it to death:( I think it was in our house for quite a long time because we heard squeaking sounds but thought they were from the hamsters. But the sounds were from behind the curtains in the living room. Ops. So sad:( it died... My parents say it is very dirty... If want to release it, must use bare hands, or else it may anyhow fly around in the house. But we have no experience of catching a bat. What if it bites? Last time a bird came in once and my father used his bare hands to catch it and release it. It was not so bad. A bat is scarier after all. Another time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-4242801367752164185?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/4242801367752164185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/bat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4242801367752164185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4242801367752164185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/bat.html' title='A bat'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-7835051731531863923</id><published>2010-05-05T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:21:24.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geo midyear paper tmr</title><content type='html'>Lalalala... so bored... and tired... I'm studying for geo midyear. My eyes want to close... so I am here for a bit... ouch I just cracked my wrist. Ok nvm so I stopped on Saturday. On Sunday, I went to church then later had tennis but Isadora was not there with me:( So sad... She had throat infection:( I was the only one in coach Paul's ( a different coach) lesson. Very tiring so I slept quite early on Sunday. I was not alone for long. One primary one girl came. Omg primary one learning tennis!!! Can manage to get the ball over the net!!! OMG so cute somemore... Then since she is a small girl, the coach let her play dodge ball and I joined in. We stand in the long doubles box and then must dodge the balls that come but we cannot get out of the box. There is pistol? One ball at a time using the tennis racket to hit. There is machine gun? Haha four balls thrown at you at a time. Then we each had 2 lifes. That small girl and I lost 1 life each. Haha. Next, also another game. We put our rackets on the ground, with 5 balls I think on top. Then we were supposed to take one ball at a time and put it on another's racket. We needed to clear all the balls. Tiring... Need bend, take and go, plus I ran and hit the balls with the racket countless times before that... Then later, two new people came, having trial lesson. Then I went to join another class, with another coach whom I don't know. Then he was going at a much much slower speed than coach Paul so I can't seem to get one ball over until I was used to it. Then on Monday, it is a school holiday because of Labour Day on Saturday. I was still tired after that tennis lesson. Fortunately it was not a school day and I had flu on that day:( And ytd, I still felt tired with muscle aches... Still ran for 2.4 but my timing dropped by 45s? haha.. Ok going to study for geo and then after dinner, may only have time to look through emaths... which is so a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-7835051731531863923?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/7835051731531863923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/geo-midyear-paper-tmr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/7835051731531863923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/7835051731531863923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/geo-midyear-paper-tmr.html' title='Geo midyear paper tmr'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-8284119995780536005</id><published>2010-05-01T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:21:38.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Labour Day. Sounds like there is a need to work harder on this day hehe. Yesterday speech day. Erm er ... Nothing much? And so sad:( my hamsters started fighting until injured:( there's blood:( I no mood to tell anyone ytd:( Separated them. Oh, is not fight, is the father hamster went crazy and kept biting his grown-up children for nothing... But i think is because he scared they will harm the new-born babies... And i just discovered there is only one small baby hamster left:( when at first i think there were 5? Too overcrowded maybe:( And today morning, I went to cut hair:( missed my hair:( but split ends disappeared:) Today is Labour Day so even though there is still church, there is no tennis but there is tmr:) YES! Ok another time, I want to watch the zhangwuji show on channel u haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-8284119995780536005?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/8284119995780536005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/labour-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/8284119995780536005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/8284119995780536005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-2234398625944821004</id><published>2010-04-27T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:12:18.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, I at last did my AM homework. Hehe because my results not so good so have to do extra work. I am in a good mood now because I am recovering from my flu and this time, I didn't see a doctor at all:) SO HAPPY! But today NAPFA:( All because of SBJ, I can only get bronze or silver:( so sad.. during pe lesson, i can do one lor.. Must be too nervous, then -15+ cm:( whatever, I just hope Ms Saw will allow us to redo stations.. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-2234398625944821004?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/2234398625944821004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-i-at-last-did-my-am-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2234398625944821004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2234398625944821004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-i-at-last-did-my-am-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-3210399198303532222</id><published>2010-02-26T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:39:21.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Exams are over! YATA! but not all feel happy... Hmm I wonder why... I was practically counting down. HAHA! YAY! I am on the right mood for tennis again!! I am over the moon! And next week, not tmr.. so sad but Isa will be joining me another week:) Happy:) And also I must start learning Japanese myself again because I put learing Japanese as the skill... but it is quite difficult but perhaps fun:) HEHE yay exam over! That's all I can think about:) so I have forgotten about homework but there is homework...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-3210399198303532222?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/3210399198303532222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3210399198303532222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3210399198303532222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-5247395007981379787</id><published>2010-02-20T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:36:16.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A leopard never changes its spots...</title><content type='html'>I am back at home from tennis… I feel sad and discouraged... I can’t get the upper hand serve right… and there are three random students who came to join the class… They are super pro… And, and another boy who is already in the class can hit all the tennis balls back to the coach when the coach toss the balls to him. Next week, there is common test… which is more saddening… Never mind, it’s ok. I will practise playing tennis super lot after common test and Isa will be playing with me too:). Anyway yesterday is totally OMG. It is the end of the weekdays and I have CCA. I had to stay back for the Math test corrections too… And Isa, Chi Ching and I got punished for not doing the Chinese workbook... -.- ok end here. TENNIS!:) LOL hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-5247395007981379787?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/5247395007981379787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/02/leopard-never-changes-its-spots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/5247395007981379787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/5247395007981379787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/02/leopard-never-changes-its-spots.html' title='A leopard never changes its spots...'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-455666009961362386</id><published>2010-02-09T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:12:23.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just feeling excited</title><content type='html'>YAY! I put up the opening and ending theme songs of Prince of Tennis:) but not all yet but still SHUANG! hehe. I copied Joey to put up videos. I like the second opening song:) Now the mention of tennis makes me excited, better than playing computer games! SAMWOOHOO! haha. Ok I am supposed to do chinese wb... ok another time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-455666009961362386?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/455666009961362386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-feeling-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/455666009961362386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/455666009961362386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-feeling-excited.html' title='Just feeling excited'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-5740579169961175957</id><published>2010-01-20T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:01:29.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>I am here because I'm not doing my homework, I don't feel like doing homework and I hate homework but I have homework... Have to hand in on Friday so I need to rush tmr because there is a Mafhemafics Maths test. Homework--&gt; Chinese jianbao only but it can take up 12 hours. Since I didn't post during holidays, I shall post about the holidays. I bought 2 hamsters(super furry), pierced my ears(terribly pain), watched anime(nice), watched TV, played computer games, went for CCA, dreamed about tennis(:D) and most boringly, did homework which the teacher didn't collect... After school reopen, I did homework most, went for cca and tennis(since last sat) once a week and watched anime and played computer games less than 1 hr per week... but I try to make life interesting but I am really getting bored... ok end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-5740579169961175957?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/5740579169961175957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/5740579169961175957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/5740579169961175957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-3245850834091261053</id><published>2009-12-05T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:19:24.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ!!!...</title><content type='html'>stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid terrible terrible terrible terrible terrible terrible ! ! ! ! ! ! WTH WTH WTH WTH WTH WTH ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! speechless speechless speechless speechless speechless speechless ! ! ! ! ! ! ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ! ! ! ! ! ! what's wrong?!?!?!?!?!?! CHICHING GOT SEPARATED FROM CLEW!!! WTH!!! She going 310 next year... AND AND MY TPC DROP!! but lucky never smashed... or else... I am dead. AND AND JUST NOW MY HOUSE THE BLOCK GOT BLACKOUT WTH! Why other blocks dont have?!?!?! we waited downstairs from 730pm until 8 something... then we decided to climb up and when we reached upstairs, the lights came back... and we climbed 14 storeys... Heard from other neighbours, they said started at 630pm wth?!?! have old people, babies, toddlers, handicaps wow crowded... AMAZINGLY THE MAN CAME AT 8 SOMETHING WHEN they called at 630pm? zz.. anyway everything is super super drama haha. call the towncouncil then end up calling police haiya.. lazy say alr... so tired downstairs waiting... and climbing the stairs... dead meat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-3245850834091261053?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/3245850834091261053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/12/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3245850834091261053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3245850834091261053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/12/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZ!!!...'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-4798558179574108497</id><published>2009-11-06T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:08:19.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidaysssssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is lousy:( bored today.. but at least I have my computer.. and internet. Yesterday I had my sister and she kept talking about her friends and results. Anyway yesterday's worse with the lousy atmosphere filled with hatred and I made more rings for fun.. Today, whole morning playing games. So long never did this. Later ate lunch and then lie on my bed, thinking about school... Then must be play computer for too long, got tired and slept for two hours.. And when I wake up, my sister just came home.. She went out with her friends. Late alr.. and I haven't bathe:0 bored.. then my sister went out again.. To keep myself awake, I watched anime. tired body.. Being bored can be tiring. sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-4798558179574108497?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/4798558179574108497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidaysssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4798558179574108497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4798558179574108497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidaysssssss.html' title='holidaysssssss!'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-2078983839336110746</id><published>2009-11-04T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:03:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy birthday, ISADORA!:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy birthday Isadora! I changed the date. Now is 3 nov:) My post must be the longest! YAY!Just now went out! to celebrate Dora's birthday:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I made 4 rings:) out of paper clips for everyone:D pink,red,blue&amp;amp;purple:) Aiyaa.. never take photo..nvm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to buy tickets with ching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wore the ring and bracelet(mid-autum) together:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went bowling. took bus, isa playing guessing games:) went to the bowling place:) second time come to a bowling place:D first time come smaller one haha.. last time go resort but is kindergarden that time:'( ops saw my neighbour:P dont think have see me hehe:) then play for one hour plus haha so fun! After that, we need to go take lift go down to first storey. While waiting at the lift, a guy burped and his friend, I think said my gosh!HAHA funny! Then Joey after those guys went off, she was going to lean on the lift door then suddenly, the door opened and there were two girls inside! They were shocked. HAHA:D super funny! Joey again! HAHA! Then she was like omg what to do HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then ar.. took cab go westmall:D haha went to pastamania eat pasta..hehe so rushing.. sneak icelemon tea into joey's bag, mine too small :(&lt;br /&gt;Went watch movie-Coraline. Joey's bag flooded! ARGHH!D: with icelemon tea:0 forgive me:( anyway problem got solved already;) The show super duper duper nice:) it was my wish to watch it:) but most importantly Isadora loves it:D Want buttons sewed into your eyes with sharp needles?:0 no way!:( lol so nice nice nice:) Other than the other similar movie, I want watch nightmare before christmas!:) HEHE:D After that movie, lol a cleaner auntie scolded us say she saw us come in with dripping bag. She also said that cannot bring in outside drinks lol hehe embarrassed.. Then Joey pro, she replied in malay:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then went arcade. haha lol Joey stuck to the toy machine but she played 2 times only haha not bad have improvement:) I have bigger improvement never play at all haha:) Isadora and Chiching played another game:D As expected Isadora emerged as winner wow:) We took neoprint:D so nice $6:) so worth it:D but that $3 one crappy crab: then need go home:( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farewells. Isadora went to meet her sister then joey went home:( This time never bumped into the pillar haha:P took mrt train. ching's train came first:( that train so crowded:( can't breathe haha jkjk:) Can't wait for next week. Class chalet:):) even though only playing there one day hehe seeyou everyone:D so many smily faces:):D:):D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-2078983839336110746?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/2078983839336110746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-happy-birthday-isadorad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2078983839336110746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2078983839336110746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-happy-birthday-isadorad.html' title='Happy Happy birthday, ISADORA!:D'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-4262938109541595548</id><published>2009-09-09T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:17:54.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>A thing screwed? Its ok.. But life screwed? Its worst of all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-4262938109541595548?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/4262938109541595548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4262938109541595548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4262938109541595548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-7902718156574849089</id><published>2009-05-19T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:08:03.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cca tmr:(</title><content type='html'>tmr have cca! after that sat a bit scared alr. The drill instructor very fierce then+I got scolded by officer for doing nothing wrong, just that she got wrong idea.. because I was late then I need to change socks and boots then she thought I only need change boots.. then the time of cos will longer but she thought i only changed boots. Then in the end I got scolded+I think she already had a bad impression of me, dont know why:( i want go sleep alr but bet will drag until 1030..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-7902718156574849089?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/7902718156574849089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/cca-tmr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/7902718156574849089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/7902718156574849089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/cca-tmr.html' title='cca tmr:('/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-3912988614740095444</id><published>2009-05-18T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:30:14.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So TIRED..</title><content type='html'>I did my chinese homework on blog alr.. Now I am studying for chinese moxie, but I am having difficulty doing so because of asthma.. I want go sleep alr but it is so early.. Oya last Sat, there was drill practice, so scary the Drill Instructors. I was like think we sure die at the start but later the DIs like slack a bit. Aiyo, then the strict DI called me to be timer. I got shocked! Then I shout until tired then Szeying took over me:) Aiyo this coming Sat the drill test, we going to fail alr.. Like so unprepared.. then I didn't go church ytd.. because we went to New Creation. I feel the sermon is so boring. I feel like sleeping then I saw a few pp sleeping. Just wished I could meet up with my churchmates.. The car accident is just a misfortune.. I didn't expect it to turn out this way.. Ok I go try study chinese moxie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-3912988614740095444?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/3912988614740095444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3912988614740095444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3912988614740095444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-tired.html' title='So TIRED..'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-2580875768445814551</id><published>2009-05-17T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:36:12.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory of the past</title><content type='html'>I think I would better regularly update so I can remember what to write for reflection letter. I remember this month I failed my bio test and I was happy. I don't know why, maybe because after my mentor taught me about true joy and worldly joy. After that I failed history but I was sad. Maybe because I work hard for history and I already expected to fail bio. During this month, I also am very happy that I was able to study with Amaryllis, Shuan and Faith for a bit even though we were laughing all the way and I sort of got irritated cos I needed to complete jianbaos. Then I talked with Peng. I didn't realise that he actually thought I didn't talk to him or reply him because something was wrong with him. Actually it was that I don't know what to talk to him. I actually respected him a lot as my sunday school teacher, teaching so much. I really cherished all the pp in Salt and Pepper a lot. Also this month, lessons were boring. Time was passing so slowly. I am happy being with my clique but is it true joy I wonder. I dont know what pen(nickname I ownself gave her, nobody knows about it :P)is thinking. Is she being selfish? And what is worse it that the person that I hate keeps on appearing. Sometimes i wonder what those pp are thinking. i try not to hate them but what they are doing makes me hate them more especially that person from another class. I just wish they would disappear so I don't need to hate. They are so selfish.. Human beings I guess. Ok shall stop here. continue another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-2580875768445814551?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/2580875768445814551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2580875768445814551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2580875768445814551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-of-past.html' title='Memory of the past'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-6787382228736490933</id><published>2009-05-12T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:12:00.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tired day..</title><content type='html'>Another week passed again! So fast before long, it will be the June holidays! I haven't written my reflection letter for April..forgot what happened during April.. On Sat and Sun I was so happy! ARHAHA but when there was study group in church.., Amaryllis was so noisy.. because of Shuan.. and I realised that he is a lousy liar.. -.- Anyway I got to fellowship with my churchmates again after so long because the car was not repaired yet but now it is.. Not having the car, has its disadvantages and advantages.. I can't go for church events often and I missed my friends! But when I got to go, I could eat with them! Now when I was in the car, I have a bit of phobia.. OMG must know what happen today! When we sent Isa off for CO, then...! on our way to the sidegate the bus-stop saw a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;freaking flasher! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like what Chiching and Joey said, we dont know what guys are thinking about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OYA AND MS WANG SHOWED uS THE VIDEO ABOUT GUYS HAVING THE NOTHING BOX in THEIR HEADS! IM SURPRISED THEY CAN THINK! OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway we really dont know what those flashers thinking about.. We went to the police station and wasted our time there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;freaking flasher waste our time! They dont even deserve to read this. What a stupid waste of time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later we went home, another phobia.. I feel so tired.. after so much things happen and I got 29/30 for maths level test! WTH! I just forgot to put the letter y on my graph! ZZZ And having headache since morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If i ever see a flasher again, i really dont know what to do about those pp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-6787382228736490933?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/6787382228736490933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-week-passed-again-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/6787382228736490933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/6787382228736490933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-week-passed-again-so-fast.html' title='Another tired day..'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-1740975743998376020</id><published>2009-04-30T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:13:47.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me back my chocolates</title><content type='html'>My so few chocolates are gone forever but not eaten by me D': MY CHOCOLATES:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-1740975743998376020?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/1740975743998376020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-back-my-chocolates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/1740975743998376020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/1740975743998376020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-back-my-chocolates.html' title='Give me back my chocolates'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-8443947189209092480</id><published>2009-04-22T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:14:22.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March reflection letter</title><content type='html'>March Reflection Letter&lt;br /&gt;At the start of March, things were not starting right for me as it was after the exams. Also, I didn’t feel very good at that point of time because I sort of neglected God too much and didn’t see that He is always in my life.&lt;br /&gt;What was worse was that I got into a car accident on my way to school with my mother and sister. I at first knew it was God who protected me, but later because the accident was too shocking, I asked myself why God would allow me to get into the accident, is it because I was drifting away? Then how can He do this? Then I asked my mother, “Is it God made this thing happen because He wanted me for Himself?” something like that. I can’t recall exactly what I asked. At that time, I remembered that He doesn’t need any of us and it hit me hardly. Then I realized it. We could use another car for free for 14 days which lasted until around the end of March. I could go to church as usual and I could continue to meditate on God’s Word and allow myself to get closer to Him. It took quite a while for me to recover from the shock and discovered that actually I was like the people in the Old Testament who easily wavered. I experienced it myself that it was actually difficult to grow in God more when something terrible happens. From this, I learnt that I had to trust God through the experiences that I have gone through and the knowledge I have gotten from God’s Word. I also truly realized life is precious and fragile. If something happened to me, I need to come face to face with God and feel ashamed of my sins. I would not be able to see my friends, family and loved ones ever again. I also truly understood that things on earth are nothing. When you die, you can’t bring anything with you. At the same time I went to school myself on the MRT, which was safer and I started to prefer it because when I went to school in car, it would be very early and I would be alone but I also couldn’t talk to my friend who didn’t fully believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;The March holiday was also not pleasant for me because of the accident. I struggled my feelings with God alone because I didn’t talk to anyone about them. As the month went by, I got better, beginning to trust in God and grew happy again, it was also thanks to the happy moment I had with my friends whom God decided to put me with. Now, I am really happy, being able to be a child of God and witnessing more people coming to Christ and also experiencing the grace and peace of GodJ&lt;br /&gt;My prayer request for April is that I would continue to grow more in God, spreading the love to others. Also pray that I would be able not to gossip about people whom I don’t like even though the influence by others is strong. Also pray that I will have discipline in getting things done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-8443947189209092480?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/8443947189209092480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-reflection-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/8443947189209092480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/8443947189209092480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-reflection-letter.html' title='March reflection letter'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-3610398951735819023</id><published>2009-04-22T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:15:24.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRY.. :'( I will remember you..</title><content type='html'>CRY.. Security guard(Anthony)resigning.. Today he went to see VP and the important people in school.. CRY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-3610398951735819023?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/3610398951735819023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3610398951735819023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3610398951735819023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry.html' title='CRY.. :&apos;( I will remember you..'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-3388719997761085035</id><published>2009-04-17T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:37:11.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Sport's day. So funny. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325620853935996722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehn80dEfzI/AAAAAAAAALo/tvHOkY5hHTQ/s320/Image0079%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here are the pictures I took:) Mostly the people got caught:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey turning around when we called her name. HAHA!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehp3-RsjUI/AAAAAAAAALw/NVRMIR7FLp0/s1600-h/Image0080%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325622969696554306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehp3-RsjUI/AAAAAAAAALw/NVRMIR7FLp0/s320/Image0080%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehqGEe8ZyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Vl2lKeut4VM/s1600-h/Image0082%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey wore Isadora's shirt; Isadora wore her shirt; Chiching wore my shirt; and I wore Chiching's shirt:)We changed identities:P&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehrIZ49nvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tCatYvzlL5M/s1600-h/Image0082%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325624351498542834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehrIZ49nvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tCatYvzlL5M/s320/Image0082%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually Joey sat beside Chiching which was very near but I took from a different angle so it looks like they were sitting so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehtJiOJEtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EDwpf2n6HH8/s1600-h/Image0088%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325626569937982162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehtJiOJEtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EDwpf2n6HH8/s320/Image0088%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See they actually sat so near each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehr4sO-6OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t6cr4V2YW7I/s1600-h/Image0084%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325625181056461026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehr4sO-6OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t6cr4V2YW7I/s320/Image0084%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey taking a photo of me. Me too! I caught her eyes, she caught my mouth. HEHE.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehsZulYZWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0LgZVUoAOGU/s1600-h/Image0085%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325625748622959970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehsZulYZWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0LgZVUoAOGU/s320/Image0085%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I took a photo of Joey with my handphone under the table. She looked like in the open field with the sun which was actually the light.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehuQ5b0D-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/EmkYJ8fPhUk/s1600-h/Image0086%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627795940052962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehuQ5b0D-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/EmkYJ8fPhUk/s320/Image0086%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe another photo of Joey taking a photo of me but it has a different effect.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehu6eObTVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iyceHghIiJk/s1600-h/Image0090%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628510190652754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehu6eObTVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iyceHghIiJk/s320/Image0090%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate finish my fruits! Just an empty cup!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehvLdATliI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6PAhZe4rDh8/s1600-h/Image0091%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628801920767522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/SehvLdATliI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6PAhZe4rDh8/s320/Image0091%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The negative effect of Joey. Her hairband's nice here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehv4jh5BaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rwbgFmwswVA/s1600-h/Image0092%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325629576766358946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehv4jh5BaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rwbgFmwswVA/s320/Image0092%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another negative effect of Joey.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehw4XP393I/AAAAAAAAANA/p8Gw2fLQuxw/s1600-h/Image0093%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325630672981194610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehw4XP393I/AAAAAAAAANA/p8Gw2fLQuxw/s320/Image0093%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey's waterbottle kissing ChiChing HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isadora sitting beside me! Didn't take her. Should have used the same trick which I used on Joey from under the table:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-3388719997761085035?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/3388719997761085035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-sports-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3388719997761085035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3388719997761085035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soYMa3pRuMI/Sehn80dEfzI/AAAAAAAAALo/tvHOkY5hHTQ/s72-c/Image0079%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-3278008775219745019</id><published>2009-03-22T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:27:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a MEANINGFUL day</title><content type='html'>This is the day the Lord has made. Just a statement yet so much meaning it holds:)&lt;br /&gt;What a meaningful day even though I have not finished my chinese homework.JY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-3278008775219745019?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/3278008775219745019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-day-lord-has-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3278008775219745019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/3278008775219745019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-day-lord-has-made.html' title='a MEANINGFUL day'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-2190018368763281692</id><published>2009-03-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:27:45.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never going to forget this</title><content type='html'>Ok I decided to post about my week but I am a little scared D: recalling what happened. Now that I am posting and not talking, it is scary. At least someone is there when you are talking. Posting is on my own. Anyway some thing TERRIBLE happened on Thursday, my favourite day in term 1 this year when there are only a few lessons. There is Chem and Art:) So I didn't want to miss lesson on that day and also Isadora was going back to school on that day. When I was on the way to school in my family the car at highway, I was tying my hair and then suddenly the car went super slow because of the motorcycle in front. It was abnormally slow at highway. Then I knew something was wrong so I wanted to ask my mother why moving so slowly. But before I could ask we got banged, then in between had a few seconds to like wonder what will happen next even though everything happened so quickly. Then I didn't expect something to happen. But something happened. I don't know what actually happened after that but there was strong air resistance and I was closing my eyes so tightly. Then the movement got slower and then everything came to a stop and nobody got injured just that motorist. During the strong movement, I was like wondering why must this happen. After that, I was like trembling and my heart never beat so fast before. Then during the process of the strong movement, I hit my head. I don't know how my head hit something. Then the car was in the opposite direction. Then the glass at the back was gone. Then later I found out by the lorry people, motorist and another kind uncle that the car actually spinned. I don't think is half a round but 1 and a half round since it was so fast that I couldn't even open my eyes. When the car was spinning, it hit the motorcycle and a car nearby. Then we were like too nervous to know what to do. Then my mother said we had to get out of the car. But before that, she said I had to tie my hair first. Then my hands were shaking and because my heart beat very fast, there is a lot of energy so I was tying my hair very quickly. Then we got out of the car. Then some annoying people kept honking like crazy. I was like already so scared. They have no brains=people who have no brains are dead. The police and ambulance came. Then later we were not allowed to go yet. We must wait for the motorist to be sent to the hospital first and the hospital to call the police at the scene to make sure he is okay. Then the police were like so fierce. They were mostly Malays. Then the motorist was like poor thing. He said the hospital bills would be expensive. Then the people involved in the acident were like saying the insurance people will pay. They said it was nobody's fault. 'Nobody' is not perfect. LOL I saw until Xinyi's bag today. Anyway then my sister and I were like carrying our bags and standing at the side of the road, got shock already... Then after that the uncle whose car got knocked a bit was very kind. He was like keep on telling us not to be scared and that I was very lucky because I sat at the back and didn't get injured at all even though there was scratched on my hand by glass but I didn't know. It was my mother who checked on me then saw until the scratch. Then I think some glass dropped into my collar, so my neck got scratched but not as serious as my elbow there the scratch. Then the kind uncle told us to sit in his car and then he switched on the tv in his car for us to watch. So nice to watch. Haha. After this thing happened a lot things were running in my mind. Before the acident, my heart was not at peace. Some things that came to my mind according to my six sense came true. Then after that, I was still troubled but didn't know this would happen. Anyway after this happened, I am still troubled then I found J quarrelled with C&amp;amp;I. I was like O.0 Then after that problem solved, I am still troubled. I don't know whether what I am troubled about will happen. I dont dare to tell anyone about it. I just feel weird. There is too much coincidence happening now. So after that, I was like scared about the acident. When I reached home, when something dropped and there is sound, I will remember the lorry banging the sound. Then I will run to go see. Anyway I knew God is always there, protecting me from danger:) I got to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-2190018368763281692?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/2190018368763281692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-i-decided-to-post-about-my-week-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2190018368763281692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/2190018368763281692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-i-decided-to-post-about-my-week-but.html' title='Never going to forget this'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-4182182678953372175</id><published>2009-03-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:02:44.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISADORA!</title><content type='html'>Going to sleep now.zzz. GET WELL SOON, ISADORA! IT'S A MUST!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-4182182678953372175?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/4182182678953372175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-sleep-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4182182678953372175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4182182678953372175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-sleep-now.html' title='ISADORA!'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076779879129214050.post-4772849051208664448</id><published>2009-03-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:03:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>This blog has been set up for quite long and I am not caring about it... Anyway the pictures are very funny. The dog pee haha. Okay and I decided to use the same url because of the situation on this earth. A lot of stuff is happening. The clementi incident reminded me of North Korea building nuclear weapons... And also in Singapore so many things already are happening. People joining gangs and fighting; boosting; being happy over others' failures; being jealous of others; being self-centred; etc. These are the COLDNESS OF THIS EARTH. Oh and I need to write my reflection letter. I should as well do it here and copy and paste and send it to Amaryllis. Tomorrow, there is my uncle's wedding. Wonder what to wear... I am so happy. I can see my relatives again. I love my grandparents very much:) They took care of me so well:) I also will include January's reflection letter too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JanuaryReflectionLetter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is an official month of school reopening for me. Work was piling up fast but at least I was able to cope. There were surprised tests like Chemistry and Math. God was really there for me. I didn’t fail for the two tests. I didn’t even study and wasn’t prepared at all. This really shows that God doesn’t only help those who help themselves. I think I also learnt quite a lot during school hours and of course in church.&lt;br /&gt;There was a particular English lesson when we were doing descriptive writing. We were to describe our favourite celebrity, a room and something that was inside our bags. Our teacher picked one of our writings. That student was quite popular in our class and was thought as one of the naughtiest person in our class. He wrote about something that was in his bag, something precious to him from his elder brother but it was only a charm. I think this really hit me and made me realize no matter how many times my sister picks up a quarrel with me, she still loves me. I learnt to treasure my sister more, even when she always picks up quarrels with me and sometimes I felt touched when I remember that she actually loves me. I want to ask God to help me through these lessons help me realized about things even when they are small so that I will grow more in Him.&lt;br /&gt;In Jan, I was quite forgetful too. I realized some things that I forgot were part of me not putting in my whole heart to do something. However others like me forgetting that I already took my pencil case out and went searching inside my bag were unexplainable. I want to pray that I will put in my heart to do everything well.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I also tried to tell God’s Word to my friends. Even though it was difficult and unsuccessful many times, I still managed to get the attention of one of them. This dragged from like last December till now. During last year, she was excited about knowing God’s Word. However, later, she made her decision to be one-third Christian, Buddhist and Taoist. She even mentioned being a Christian last. Later on, when I thought she was doing well, I told her a little more about God but she was like against it totally. She even asked why God didn’t give us a choice to choose which religion we want to believe in and she would not even give me a chance to explain. Sometimes I really wonder why people of the Old Testament will turn away from God. In Exodus, I learnt that no matter how many times the Israelites doubted God, He still provided for them. The incident adds onto the prayer requests, asking God to help my friend to open her heart and slowly accept Him. Perhaps in the first place, she didn’t even really believe.&lt;br /&gt;In church, I also learnt quite a lot in 1st Timothy. It warns us about false teaches in real life and the consequences of believing in them. It also tells us how God’s Grace is always abundant. Because of my busy schedule sometimes, I would forget about God and this is considered as a sin. I would feel guilty and scared but remembering that God’s Grace is so much makes me want to rejoice. This also adds onto the prayer requests, asking God to help me grow more in Him and not forget Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FebruaryReflectionLetter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After January ended, I started on with a new month. It was getting busier as usual because of the class tests and common tests coming up. I even felt that I am drifting away from God. My temper also got sort of bad because of the hectic month.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the busy starting of the month, God has helped me through the learning of 1st Timothy about the praying that is for everyone. I think it really touched me a lot that I continued to pray hard for my non-christian friends and those who don't really believe in God but are considered 'Christians' because their parents are Christians. Because of one of these 'Christians', I talked to one of my friends who is a Christian about how we can help our good friend and the response I got was shocking. It was not how I expected. She told me why must I care about that friend, it is her own business. Then she told me how she actually felt as a 'Christian'. She actually thinks that people who goes to religions and gods are stressful or think that they cannot have the capability of doing what they want to do well in. But she got the whole wrong idea of who God really is and I was like surprised that tears sort of appeared in my eyes and she instead was saying, " Don't cry ar or not I slapped you ar" in a joking way. I really don't know what to do. Because she was our good friend's old schoolmate too, I thought they were that type of Christians in a way. Then there is another friend who also was from their old primary school. I was worried at that point of time if there is no real Christian in my class, I felt suddenly very lonely as a Christian. But I think God let me see from another point of view. There was a true believer of Christ in my class and I didn't expect her to be one. After this incident, I sort of lost courage to talk about God's Word to people besides that true believer of Christ. Because of this, I started thinking of ideas to talk to that friend who said she didn't really care about her friend whether she is a real Christian or not. She didn't give me a chance to explain who God really is, she will just cut in and when she continued cutting in. I gave up because she will keep on repeating what she has said and I still will not have the chance to bring across the message. So I decided to write a letter to her with God's help after the common tests end in March.&lt;br /&gt;In this friend, I saw that she was similar to the Ephesians whom Paul was writing about to Timothy. After becoming a Christian, she brought in her own believe and continued believing in it, not trusting God fully. She also told me that she believe in God 30% only. This really shows that the bible really relates to the real world now.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer requests hence for the next month is that God will help me to write a letter to my friend, telling who God really is and that He will open her heart to except God as her ONLY Savior. And because I started drifting away from Him and didn't spend much time with Him, pray that He will help me to grow closer with Him and that I will not forget about Him. Also pray that my relationship with my family and God will get better. Also pray for courage for me to spend God's Word even after the incident with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please do not take anything to heart.these are just my own reflections, I can't blame anyone for not believing in what I want best for them, to not let them suffer, but if they don't get the intention of true Christians, then there is no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076779879129214050-4772849051208664448?l=the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/feeds/4772849051208664448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-has-been-set-up-for-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4772849051208664448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4076779879129214050/posts/default/4772849051208664448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-coldness-of-this-earth.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-has-been-set-up-for-quite.html' title='First post'/><author><name>Christabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759127889548517954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
