<?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-37292659</id><updated>2012-02-03T00:29:42.304+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='silly'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Kris Allen'/><category term='China'/><category term='Happy Chinese New Year'/><category term='Farewell'/><category term='baskin robbins'/><category term='Hello and welcome 2008'/><category term='Family'/><category term='holiday crazy'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='National Service'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Choir Competition'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Sports Day'/><category term='Fireworks'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Cheer &apos;08'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='Birthday wishes'/><category term='Fiona&apos;s Birthday'/><category term='Candi Borobudur'/><category term='Reunion'/><category term='Encouragement'/><category term='Bimbo'/><category term='School'/><category term='Sg. Klah'/><category term='hang out'/><category term='My birthday'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Subang CF Rally'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='exams'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='Sushi'/><category term='Sparrow adventure'/><category term='Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Lesson To Learn'/><category term='New look'/><category term='Hilarious'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Youth Camp'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Yannus'/><category term='Visiting'/><category term='Poo'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='End of school'/><category term='Cute Guy'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Choir'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day =)'/><category term='True Story'/><category term='Planet shakers'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='Cheer &apos;07'/><category term='Birdy&apos;s birthday'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Shades'/><category term='May Vern&apos;s Birthday'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Gathering'/><category term='Good things has come to an end'/><title type='text'>~As My Sweet N Bitter Days Passed By..~</title><subtitle type='html'>.x. Nothing Is Impossible To God .x.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-7298823335546913832</id><published>2011-12-04T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:05:58.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not As Good As It Seems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, for the past few blog posts, it seemed a lil too good to be true eh? I mean like, doesn't she have her rough days? You bet I do. Just had it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to think right now. Can't really express through words. I guess that's all I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Sarah, you should stop being so naive. &lt;/i&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-7298823335546913832?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7298823335546913832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=7298823335546913832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7298823335546913832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7298823335546913832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-not-as-good-as-it-seems.html' title='It&apos;s Not As Good As It Seems.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-3536794007392382079</id><published>2011-11-24T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:31:52.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out At Water Park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Remember I told you about me helping out in VBS for the past 2 days? :D Today we got to enjoy a lil by splashing around at the water park. Hahaha. What I got in return now is exhaustion, satisfaction and sun burned skin. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole face is pink right now. I may like the colour pink quite a lot, but it doesn't mean I like it being on my face. :P Lol! My friend told me that the pink on my face will slowly turn black. O.O Oh no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXv0bSc4-mo/Ts4o8NYKB2I/AAAAAAAAD-s/pDHbKiilTUE/s1600/P1100717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXv0bSc4-mo/Ts4o8NYKB2I/AAAAAAAAD-s/pDHbKiilTUE/s400/P1100717.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to this water park with the kids today made me feel like a kid again. HAHAHA! :D Though at times I felt more like a big giant kid when I was with them. Hahaha. :P Bah, as long as we all had fun and I didn't spoil any slides with my weight or size.:P That's all for now. Ciao! :)&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/37292659-3536794007392382079?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3536794007392382079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=3536794007392382079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3536794007392382079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3536794007392382079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-out-at-water-park.html' title='Day Out At Water Park.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXv0bSc4-mo/Ts4o8NYKB2I/AAAAAAAAD-s/pDHbKiilTUE/s72-c/P1100717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-7271062756335629173</id><published>2011-11-23T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:52:42.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life With No Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Quite impossible isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well recently I've been faced with many new experiences, and most of those times I feel that I've taken the right path although there might be some times which I felt that "I should have......" But we all know that thinking that I should have this and I should have that wouldn't help change the fact that something we didn't like had already happened right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess from now&amp;nbsp;onward, I will try my very best to live life with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday and today, I was busy with Vacation Bible School - VBS which was held in my church. It's a school holiday event just for kids to learn more about God. :) I helped out with praise &amp;amp; worship, so the more it worn me out because of all the jumping and singing. :D Nonetheless, it was much fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6rqqLG1nRk/TszkkgQyB3I/AAAAAAAAD-c/QnPHAi1sTEM/s1600/C360_2011-11-22+13-38-05_org.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6rqqLG1nRk/TszkkgQyB3I/AAAAAAAAD-c/QnPHAi1sTEM/s640/C360_2011-11-22+13-38-05_org.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids who participated in this year's Lava-lava Island VBS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be going to a water park tomorrow with all these kids! :) Hopefully everything would be under control. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and this might be the last time I'll be helping out with VBS because I know that I will be busy in years to come with studies and everything else. So, yeah I did not regret helping out in VBS this year. :D Another thing which I'm not regretting doing. Yay for me! :) Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion..... Live Life With No Regrets! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-7271062756335629173?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7271062756335629173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=7271062756335629173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7271062756335629173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7271062756335629173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-life-with-no-regrets.html' title='Live Life With No Regrets'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6rqqLG1nRk/TszkkgQyB3I/AAAAAAAAD-c/QnPHAi1sTEM/s72-c/C360_2011-11-22+13-38-05_org.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-4382833023896929851</id><published>2011-11-20T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:26:16.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feet 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! Just watched Happy Feet 2 with my ex-school mates, David T and Ian Q. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's not bad because... I personally like music, so the movie kinda suits me, with all the musicals and tapping of the penguins' feet. :D Hahaha. I guess I went "awwwwwww" throughout the whole 1 hour plus of the movie because of the cute lil penguins! So cuteee that I would want to kidnap one of them home! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZszQm93n4I/TsfbVuoMpCI/AAAAAAAAD-U/3tD47MG7YiY/s1600/happy-feet-2-wallpapers_31478_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZszQm93n4I/TsfbVuoMpCI/AAAAAAAAD-U/3tD47MG7YiY/s640/happy-feet-2-wallpapers_31478_1280x1024.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can you resist its cuteness? :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink's voice was good! She sang pretty well, I somehow guessed it was her playing 'Gloria', but didn't dare to conclude it was her.. Hahah. Until the credits at the end of the show.. I wanna sing like her. :P I like powerful singers, like Adele. :D Their voice are good! :) It'll be a dream come true if I can actually reach to their level of singing. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was a good time of catch up with my buds! ;) Man, everyone's growing up so quickly.. :'( Lol. Ah well, guess it's just part of life. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with my cousin, Mark G on messenger too. :) &lt;i&gt;Hi Mark!&lt;/i&gt; LOL. He's the only faithful cousin of mine who reads my blog from time to time.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all about it. :) Till then! Ciaoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-4382833023896929851?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4382833023896929851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4382833023896929851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4382833023896929851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4382833023896929851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-feet-2.html' title='Happy Feet 2'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZszQm93n4I/TsfbVuoMpCI/AAAAAAAAD-U/3tD47MG7YiY/s72-c/happy-feet-2-wallpapers_31478_1280x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-1096312576262818255</id><published>2011-11-18T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:19:15.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End of school'/><title type='text'>Last Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Not just yet..&amp;nbsp;hahaha. It's just the last day of school for the year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to bring my camera and snap some memories of mine&amp;nbsp;being in Form 6. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically did nothing much in class today. Hahaha. We just sang songs&amp;nbsp;along with the guitar my friend brought, took some crazy photos, and just dazed throughout the day... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq6FvOmQ5cI/TsY6z9v-5rI/AAAAAAAAD-E/hkivd9mYm-g/s1600/P1100601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq6FvOmQ5cI/TsY6z9v-5rI/AAAAAAAAD-E/hkivd9mYm-g/s640/P1100601.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top : Brian, Jonathan, Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bottom : Me, Alexa, Angelyn! :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHr2uFif-ss/TsY7RhF2cgI/AAAAAAAAD-M/1VyJob-KA6U/s1600/P1100649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHr2uFif-ss/TsY7RhF2cgI/AAAAAAAAD-M/1VyJob-KA6U/s640/P1100649.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The class! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye Lower F6.. Will be welcoming Upper F6 next year. (crucial year indeed! *bites nails*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will update more soon! ;)&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/37292659-1096312576262818255?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1096312576262818255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1096312576262818255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1096312576262818255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1096312576262818255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day Of School'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq6FvOmQ5cI/TsY6z9v-5rI/AAAAAAAAD-E/hkivd9mYm-g/s72-c/P1100601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-1310725057141967875</id><published>2011-11-13T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:19:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Happy Face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today just isn't my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off when I attended my second sister's convocation today at the SEGi College, Kota Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JMYxfqvGW30/Tr_XoWSskeI/AAAAAAAAD9s/Wk5EX_GPBJo/s1600/P1100521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JMYxfqvGW30/Tr_XoWSskeI/AAAAAAAAD9s/Wk5EX_GPBJo/s640/P1100521.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Congrats to you, Florence Jie, by the way. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, seeing so many people graduating from diplomas, degrees, masters,&amp;nbsp;PhD.. it somehow hit me in the head, &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Sarah, what will you be studying after Form 6??"&lt;/i&gt; I got even more stressed at the point of time. :'( I have no idea, really. I have no destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Later some &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; happened, which made me realised... most of the times, people might see me as the girl who doesn't have much problems.. Little do they know that, behind this happy face, there lies a girl who is being heartbroken, &lt;i&gt;left alone &lt;/i&gt;and abandoned, laughed at, hurt, stabbed, pushed aside, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;not taken seriously&lt;/span&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I realised, I've been a fool. I've been so naive. I've been so clumsy in every decision I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know I shouldn't feel that way, but hey, I'm no God. I do feel hurt and betrayed too. I'm just an average&amp;nbsp;Joe, just like each one of you out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just wish I have someone who knows me well, someone who takes me seriously.. someone who &lt;i&gt;loves me for who I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just want to be the normal me. Can I possibly do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'll see about that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-1310725057141967875?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1310725057141967875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1310725057141967875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1310725057141967875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1310725057141967875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/11/behind-happy-face.html' title='Behind The Happy Face.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/-JMYxfqvGW30/Tr_XoWSskeI/AAAAAAAAD9s/Wk5EX_GPBJo/s72-c/P1100521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8620223742310580866</id><published>2011-11-11T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:59:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting Sarah Marshall Lim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Waddup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a Lower Form 6 girl, not very exciting. In fact, I feel like I've let down myself... in studies. Did not really perform my best this finals and kinda regretting for not studying &lt;i&gt;much much&lt;/i&gt; earlier. :( But I guess it's all just how humans are, we procrastinate too much, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soon gonna be the end of the year already, don't really believe in the world ending in 2012 though. Lol! Or should I say it doesn't really affects me. :) If it happens, it happens, I don't have to face reality anymore.. I don't have to take my STPM which will &amp;nbsp;be the end of next year.. I don't have to........... BUT.. if it doesn't happen, it's okay too! :) Maybe it's just not my time to leave yet. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeeeeap... about the title.. well... ever since I finished my Form 5, my friends have went north, south east and west.. I somehow lost some contact with them, although we may have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. things just aren't the same anymore.. They have their college mates, I have my school mates.. Life just changed too much for me.. and sadly, I don't quite like it. I'm okay with it because it is reality, but I just don't fancy the life I'm having right now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life last time was much more of the carefree type.............. *watching the birds flying and chirping away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay fine, I shall stop whining around.. Haha. Gotta get ready for youth cell later. :) Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8620223742310580866?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8620223742310580866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8620223742310580866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8620223742310580866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8620223742310580866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/11/forgetting-sarah-marshall-lim.html' title='Forgetting Sarah &lt;s&gt;Marshall&lt;/s&gt; Lim'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-4345574285351467685</id><published>2011-09-11T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:23:31.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Younger Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been told a lot lately that I look and act younger than I really am. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister gets annoyed by it though, LOL! She keeps telling me to grow up. :P It's funny how I act younger than how old I really am and how my juniors act way much older than how they really are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the world turned into eh? Or what has Sarah turned into? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what Sarah has turned into.. A Sims Social freak! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E167dAOD8Ig/TmyZbQGfInI/AAAAAAAAD9U/cQO8OlGJvE0/s1600/The+Sims.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E167dAOD8Ig/TmyZbQGfInI/AAAAAAAAD9U/cQO8OlGJvE0/s640/The+Sims.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that out! 1st in my list, don't play play.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,I'm trying very hard not to be that addicted to this game already. Hahaha. My friends have been saying that I'm crazy over this game. I couldn't agree more. And it's not a very good thing to be proud of. Sometimes, too much is no good. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me all the best, or even better, pray that I would stop playing this game or not be too addicted to it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Till then! :D Ciaozzz. XD&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/37292659-4345574285351467685?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4345574285351467685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4345574285351467685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4345574285351467685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4345574285351467685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/09/younger-me.html' title='The Younger Me.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/-E167dAOD8Ig/TmyZbQGfInI/AAAAAAAAD9U/cQO8OlGJvE0/s72-c/The+Sims.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8794996863893791018</id><published>2011-08-21T00:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:55:08.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Who Do You Think You Are?</title><content type='html'>That song by Christina Perri just explains everything I feel about &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. Though things may have been straightened out a wee bit lately.. it did not entirely healed the scar you left in me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. Miss. My. Old. Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the times where everything was such a breeze)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, seeing you being so happy on FB hits me in the face that you have already moved on.. and although I may not like it, I have to eventually move on too, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh. Nonetheless, thanks for the memories &lt;s&gt;and for those times you made me feel special.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till we meet again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--3  &lt;!--3&lt;!--3&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/37292659-8794996863893791018?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8794996863893791018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8794996863893791018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8794996863893791018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8794996863893791018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who Do You Think You Are?'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-2956672461390432485</id><published>2011-07-06T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:56:37.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Enough Of The Wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let's break the news.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Passed&lt;/span&gt; my driving test!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Would like to show you a picture of my license but later thought that it would be too exposed to the world.. hahaha. So... it will only for my FB friends to see. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Hmm, what did you think I wanted to say huh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been really busy with school lately.. Been staying back after school for activities almost everyday.. and I think I would continue staying back for this entire week. -.- Maybe I should actually bring my bolster, pajamas and toiletries to school and just live there for the whole week.. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sadly I still do not feel the feeling of being at "home" in this present school of mine. Sigh... :/ Oh well, l&lt;/span&gt;ike I always say.. Life's tough... and it always needs a lot of adjustments here and there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to studies, till then! Gb. ;) &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/37292659-2956672461390432485?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2956672461390432485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=2956672461390432485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2956672461390432485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2956672461390432485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/07/enough-of-wait.html' title='Enough Of The Wait.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-5050062277129475284</id><published>2011-06-28T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:23:03.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Could Feel The Adrenaline Moving Through My Veins.</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday would most probably be the day my heart beat the most in my entire life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgoodness.. Even worst than me accidently bumping into some really cute guy or some hot hunk. Like seriously. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I would keep you in suspense as I do not have the prove to reveal what I did yesterday. :P Hahaha! Hence, wait for the next update. :P But all I know is that I couldn't have done it without God's help. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much in particular happened.. so, I guess that's all for now peeps! ;) See ya in the next update. Ciaooo! God bless. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5050062277129475284?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5050062277129475284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5050062277129475284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5050062277129475284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5050062277129475284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-could-feel-adrenaline-moving-through.html' title='I Could Feel The Adrenaline Moving Through My Veins.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-2664629635527081525</id><published>2011-06-19T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:08:37.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Life Must Go On.</title><content type='html'>Heh. Even if you've forgotten me, I would still continue to update my blog once a while. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, stuffs will just come right into your face and all you've to do is suck it up and face it with dignity. ;) But as for me, of course, as a Christian, I will surrender all to Him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely not make the incident of how that one particular person treated me, create a crack in my heart permanently, but I will allow God to amend it to make it as a whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if this little girl here could do so, you can do so. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song to encourage all of you out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yAMbEPZfWCY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of my friends and I. :) We attended a scouts campfire night in our school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5uDwQcpPtM/Tf3SSBbojzI/AAAAAAAAD9M/mVY_JWNI-bg/s1600/P1080854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619879117092065074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5uDwQcpPtM/Tf3SSBbojzI/AAAAAAAAD9M/mVY_JWNI-bg/s400/P1080854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The friends who've been through thick and think together with me. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Till then, take care and God bless! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-2664629635527081525?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2664629635527081525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=2664629635527081525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2664629635527081525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2664629635527081525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-must-go-on.html' title='Life Must Go On.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://img.youtube.com/vi/yAMbEPZfWCY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8177425148086666388</id><published>2011-06-16T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:15:42.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Golden Star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I was a Golden Star that I could shine so bright, I can make everyone blind whenever I pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bK7tN_z-vmY/TfnvvJXOTXI/AAAAAAAAD9E/kUAyWHj2LJY/s400/C360_2011-06-16%2B19-43-02_org.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618785603367619954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmPxZBs6ZOk/TfnqFPGyj0I/AAAAAAAAD80/QqVVolGgUpc/s1600/2011-06-15%2B22.57.25.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok that was totally random. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a bumpy road for me for the past few days, I would say. I guess it's mostly about feelings and hormones. Haha. Man, I feel like some 13 year old who just reached puberty or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah, not so much of exciting stuffs happening in my life so far.. just being the dull old me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although sometimes I just would wonder &lt;i&gt;why &lt;/i&gt;....... uhhh, never mind that&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, as I went through all those experiences.. I came to learn that time heals wound, but Jesus heals it faster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm laying my troubles and putting my faith in Him that He will heal that &lt;i&gt;little crack&lt;/i&gt; in my heart and that I may be a stronger person by then. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeps, do not give up too early for you wouldn't know what God has in store for you in future! :) God bless you all dearies! :) Take good care. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8177425148086666388?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8177425148086666388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8177425148086666388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8177425148086666388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8177425148086666388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/06/golden-star.html' title='Golden Star.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/-bK7tN_z-vmY/TfnvvJXOTXI/AAAAAAAAD9E/kUAyWHj2LJY/s72-c/C360_2011-06-16%2B19-43-02_org.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-6879342074445285682</id><published>2011-06-07T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:29:06.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>The Forgotten One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6879342074445285682?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6879342074445285682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6879342074445285682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6879342074445285682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6879342074445285682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/06/forgotten-one.html' title='The Forgotten One.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-8762390912117825306</id><published>2011-05-21T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:30:35.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm Ready.</title><content type='html'>Hey. There's been some contradiction about the Judgement Day which is today.. Although I'm a Christian, I'm not sure if it's true or not.. But if it is, I'm ready to go! :) At least I'll be in a better place.. rather than living here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's not.. then I'll wait for the day to come.. :) All I know is we don't have to right to take away our lives by ourselves but God has. After all, He was the one who created all of us so He has the authority on all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that aside, hmm.. life has been pretty much stressful lately.. I've decided to let go off the past and enter into a newer road which I'm really new and unfamiliar with. But anyhow, one of my friend advised me to not look at the problem as such a big deal for our God is even bigger than our problems. He will guide and lead me, I know that for sure. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! God bless y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8762390912117825306?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8762390912117825306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8762390912117825306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8762390912117825306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8762390912117825306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Ready.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-5210245225119991333</id><published>2011-05-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:40:05.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>You Are My All In All.</title><content type='html'>Things became quite intense just now..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, things are getting tougher day by day.. Form 6 has started.. and still, I'm uncertain if what I'm going through now is right for me or not.. It's not like I have a choice to study in college because of the insufficient funds I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whether is Engineering the right thing for me to do in future or not. I've been having a lot of *are-you-sure-you-can-do-engineering* faces shown towards me when I tell others that I thought of doing Engineering.. They somehow just affect what I previously thought was the right path for me. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah, had my downs just now and sorta broke down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, with all my friends encouraging me.. I'm feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know God has put me in this situation because He wants me to know that when I fall, He will ALWAYS be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I went to Youtube.. and listened to songs like these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zC617kE1maU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my strength when I am weak... Lord to give up I'd be a fool. You are my all in all!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/COQ6cni_TG8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm trading my sorrows... For the JOY of the Lord!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there, I actually felt much better after listening to these songs.. Not that I've not listened to them before, but trust me, you won't feel bored of these songs even after listening to them again and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we tend to forget that God's always the pillar of strength for us to lean on. He's always been with us, all we need to do is just trust in God no matter what you face in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's one big lesson I've learnt today.. Just hope that God will reveal to me what I'm suppose to do asap so that I won't be so miserable and clueless anymore. Maybe "emo-ing" is the way to end my 17 year old life and well, maybe step into a brighter and better hope of 18 year old life. ;) Yeah, I'll be 18 tomorrow. :) Haha. Yeah, thank mama for giving birth to me 18 years ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;I don't expect everyone to read my blog that often, so if no one is aware of this, I don't mind either. Hahah. :) Well, that's all for now. Till then! God bless you and always put your trust in Him. :) Love all.&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/37292659-5210245225119991333?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5210245225119991333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5210245225119991333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5210245225119991333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5210245225119991333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-my-all-in-all.html' title='You Are My All In All.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://img.youtube.com/vi/zC617kE1maU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-6314580046041172729</id><published>2011-05-09T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:27:41.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Looks Like I'm Back To School?</title><content type='html'>Heyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's going back to school. Again. -.- Yes, with the white and blue uniform, black shoes and white socks. Adoi! Seriously, I thought I got rid of uniforms already. Hahahah. Nah, actually I didn't think of it, I knew this was the 'road' I had to take if I didn't get offered to any scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, can't complain much. This is LIFE. So face it with dignity, Sarah! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, oh wait I haven't tell you yet, yes I'll be going Form 6. The 'road' which not many people is taking. Today was the registration, after going to the new school, registered myself, went for lunch with friends and got home... I bathed, and thought of watching the tv, but sadly I fell asleep on the couch right after 15 mins or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I GOING TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS FOR 1 AND A HALF YEARSSSSSSSSSS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be sleeping everytime I get home, can I? Adoi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis then came and spoke in defence for herself.. "Now you know why I always fall asleep when I was studying last time.." Hahaha. *Huge smack to my face* Cuz last time we the family always scolded her for not studying but sleeping with the book open. :P *yes, I now know why*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it could be the weather.. Man, the weather is super hot today!!! I think if you filled everyone's droplets of sweat, you could fill up millions of swimming pools. LOL! EWWW That's disgusting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, yes, so welcome to my life once again. Back.To.School. *huge sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! God bless y'all. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENS ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phil 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 14:27 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6314580046041172729?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6314580046041172729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6314580046041172729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6314580046041172729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6314580046041172729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/05/looks-like-im-back-to-school.html' title='Looks Like I&apos;m Back To School?'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-7932806743482593449</id><published>2011-05-01T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:19:05.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>So That Is How You Want Us To Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sup peeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back from a 2 days 1 night church camp at Genting View Resort. It was Ayyyy-ooooh-sem! ;) Had some fun time meeting new friends and though I didn't attend the Alpha courses with the adults, I had fun teaching the little kids with the other friends of mine. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something different I would say.. hehe. Very relaxing camp indeed. (like I always say about going for vacations. and when I return from one... it's then again... -&amp;gt; Back.To.Reality. *jeng jeng jengggggg* )': )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's all for now. Will upload some pics if I could get them asap. God Bless y'all, dearies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : The title has nothing to do with this post. &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/37292659-7932806743482593449?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7932806743482593449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=7932806743482593449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7932806743482593449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7932806743482593449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-that-is-how-you-want-us-to-be.html' title='So That Is How You Want Us To Be.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-5819352967896906352</id><published>2011-04-25T00:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:12:05.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Things Have Changed. So Did People.</title><content type='html'>How I wish things, well okay let me be a lil more direct... 'people' is what I'm tryin'a say, didn't have to change at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish everything or everyone was just like how they were used to be back in the days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss .... how it used to be last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess things wouldn't get back to how it used to be because I could tell there's quite a wound in between us. &lt;i&gt;Or maybe I just took it in a totally wrong way in the first place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, take care &lt;i&gt;dear one&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How I wished I didn't know you at all, then I wouldn't have to &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; feel &lt;i&gt;this way &lt;/i&gt;whenever you or even your name appears in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, all the best in your future undertakings and God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wished... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never knew you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5819352967896906352?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5819352967896906352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5819352967896906352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5819352967896906352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5819352967896906352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-have-changed-so-did-people.html' title='Things Have Changed. So Did People.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-4131243594983590121</id><published>2011-04-17T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:00:09.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>Stop Cutting Down Trees, It's Getting Serious Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Global warming is one thing, but look at what might happen if we continue to clear our forests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to stop cutting down trees!    This is getting serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 365px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596489128492026866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp18nxnBFTc/Taq5Nf0aS_I/AAAAAAAAD8g/-9ZOhlKnM0A/s400/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-4131243594983590121?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4131243594983590121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4131243594983590121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4131243594983590121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4131243594983590121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/04/stop-cutting-down-trees-its-getting.html' title='Stop Cutting Down Trees, It&apos;s Getting Serious Now!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp18nxnBFTc/Taq5Nf0aS_I/AAAAAAAAD8g/-9ZOhlKnM0A/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-1711455719262746024</id><published>2011-04-16T00:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:55:31.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The 'Time' Is Coming Soon.</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I've been coming across many people being taken away from earth... plus, we've been hearing many natural disasters happening recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for the second coming of Christ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, man....... I've been slacking so much till I've never felt so bored in my life before. Feel like working but I just couldn't get the green light from dad. So, don't say that I'm lazy for not finding a job to work and earn some bucks. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done here. Just wanna update for the sake of updating. Hahaha. Thanks for dropping by! I can feeeeeel the love you have just given to me by even coming to this very site. ;) God bless you peeps! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-1711455719262746024?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1711455719262746024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1711455719262746024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1711455719262746024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1711455719262746024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-is-coming-soon.html' title='The &apos;Time&apos; Is Coming Soon.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-3381999742766174380</id><published>2011-04-05T22:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:06:28.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>When No One Cared About What You Contributed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or should I say.... existed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see.. Back in the days (not stating specifically when), a good friend of mine named B invited me to an organization. Back then, it was uber fun with lots of joy and laughter sharing with each other about a 'Main Interest'. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I decided to be a part of the organization. :) Because I love being part of it. As years went by, all the seniors left, and there were only a few left behind. I began bringing in some friends. Together, we worked hard to bring up the organization together. Trying our very best, putting in a lot of hard work, thinking of ways to make the organization a better one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As years went by again.. Yes I grew older.... It was my turn as a senior to leave as I wasn't part of the organization anymore because once you've reached a certain age, you won't be able to be part of it, like for example, a school, once you reached senior then you'll graduate and leave school, something like that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Yeah, then I went on with my life - National Service and other stuffs... What I came to realise was... no one in that organization realised my existence. Because in whatever activity they do, no one was even willing to update me about it. When I had so much heart and soul in that organization. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;, I've lost faith in that organization. Just like how they purposely intended to lose contact with me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've discussed about this issue with my friend and dad. Well, it's just one and only one thing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're out of it. So, just forget about it."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And that's what I'm gonna do exactly. Since no one appreciates my existence in that organization, what for whine about it? Just move on with life. Cuz life's tough, and it's just a matter of how we gonna handle it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; A conversation I had with my friend on messenger - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my friend) says : you're more of a sensible person &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;even tho no one rmbs you but I do, and God does. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's better when God care about you and knows what you're doing for Him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks buddy. That meant a lot to me. :) Well, I just have to move on.. &lt;em&gt;So long, ppl who doesn't care about my existence! May God bless you all in your upcoming days with the organization. ;) I mean it deep down from my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-3381999742766174380?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3381999742766174380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=3381999742766174380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3381999742766174380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3381999742766174380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-no-one-cared-about-what-you.html' title='When No One Cared About What You Contributed.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-2961273452746063296</id><published>2011-03-28T23:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:41:00.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>R...O...T...   R...O...T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What does my title spell? R+O+T = ROT! Yeah! Congrats you passed the spelling competition! *throws confetti all around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Yeah, I've been rotting all day long ever since I got back from National Service. *wanted to put a rotting apple picture here.. but when I searched for one, it's not a very good sight, is it?* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cannot! I must not rot! I must be like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zqULBInXQ0/TZCv-u7CqZI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/-h-bNKMLGEg/s400/juicy-red-apple.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589160629849205138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Image taken from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?q=red+apple&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;rls=com.microsoft:en-my:IE-SearchBox&amp;amp;rlz=1I7GGLL_en&amp;amp;biw=1259&amp;amp;bih=544&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbnid=s0kaniGqCrCDzM:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.dbitservices.com/&amp;amp;imgurl=http://www.dbitservices.com/images/juicy-red-apple.jpg&amp;amp;ei=pending&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;w=640&amp;amp;h=480&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;oei=Va-QTb6wF87zcfaEiJYK&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;tbnh=120&amp;amp;tbnw=160&amp;amp;start=22&amp;amp;ndsp=21&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:15,s:22"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As juicy and healthy and fresh! Umm yums!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why apple? Hahaha.. I don't know! Okay, this is not a very good post is it? =.= Oh yeah, if you hadn't notice, below every post in my blog, there're 4 different reaction boxes to tick. Please do tick if you find it suitable with that post you've read! Thanks a lot! :D Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, my lil cousie and my aunt has just migrated from M'sia. :( So sad.... The most saddening thing is I'm not even sure when will all of us meet again. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TaHhNhKBrtA/TZDAwC7LR5I/AAAAAAAAD7o/tzngTasI4fk/s400/2011-03-27%2B22.46.00.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589179069218113426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* A. Goh, please be a good boy there.. Don't fight with your brothers anymore.. Hahaha. *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-2961273452746063296?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2961273452746063296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=2961273452746063296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2961273452746063296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2961273452746063296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/03/rot-rot.html' title='R...O...T...   R...O...T'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zqULBInXQ0/TZCv-u7CqZI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/-h-bNKMLGEg/s72-c/juicy-red-apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-4789879143922057871</id><published>2011-03-25T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:39:55.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>We Must Not Be Afraid.</title><content type='html'>Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him an leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him . Maybe even some human might do him&lt;br /&gt;harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We, too, &lt;strong&gt;are never alone&lt;/strong&gt;. Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us, Sitting on the stump beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean He is not there.&lt;br /&gt;"For we walk by faith, not by sight." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-4789879143922057871?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4789879143922057871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4789879143922057871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4789879143922057871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4789879143922057871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-must-not-be-afraid.html' title='We Must Not Be Afraid.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-9050377051176760037</id><published>2011-03-23T16:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:11:10.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Thank God For All He Has Done For Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey there! Whaadupp?? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pleased to tell you that I scored straight 9A's for my SPM! :D All glory and honour to Jesus! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started when my sister sent me to school at around 11A.M. and that was the time which my adrenaline started flowing like mad. Never had I been so scared before! Felt like my heart was almost pumping too fast that it was gonna burst or somethin. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for about half an hour or so and finally got my results! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't expect to see all A's! Hahahaha! :P There are A-'s, A's and A+'s lah.. :) Still, I really thank God for everything! :P Also thank my mum for the tuition fees she paid for me. :) And all the effort in sending and picking me up. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*I know.. Why does she need tuitions?? :S*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But not for all the subjects lah.. Also thank you all for keeping me in your prayers as well! Appreciate them a lot! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, besides my results, I was really happy that I got to meet back all my friends as well! Everyone changed so much just in these few months. :D Some of the guys had their heads being shaved.. because of national service.. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after getting our results, a few of friends and I headed to a Japanese restaurant and to Baskin Robbins to celebrate our victories! Hahahaha! :P It was awesome! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltNNxUlzmq8/TYm2o749oaI/AAAAAAAAD7I/NLC4VW3qmA4/s400/P1080172.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587197627117445538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdMM8SDgSM8/TYmxrCNsFLI/AAAAAAAAD6g/Uk-_VZbs44k/s400/P1080177.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587192165616587954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a great time with you girls! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then! :) &lt;i&gt;I'm a happy girl!&lt;/i&gt; :D God bless. Toodles!&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/37292659-9050377051176760037?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/9050377051176760037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=9050377051176760037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/9050377051176760037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/9050377051176760037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-god-for-all-he-has-done-for-me.html' title='Thank God For All He Has Done For Me!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltNNxUlzmq8/TYm2o749oaI/AAAAAAAAD7I/NLC4VW3qmA4/s72-c/P1080172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-220240100500254043</id><published>2011-03-22T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:31:52.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It's Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's gonna be SPM results day tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. No words to describe how I feel right now.. Anyway, all the best to all those who are taking their results as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : What do you think of the changes I made in the fonts? Is it too hard to read? Should I change it or is it perfectly all right for you all to read? Feedback please.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-220240100500254043?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/220240100500254043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=220240100500254043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/220240100500254043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/220240100500254043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-tomorrow.html' title='It&apos;s Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-8742537056589068955</id><published>2011-03-21T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:26:40.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service'/><title type='text'>Looking Down The Memory Lane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you ready for more of NS? You better be! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha. My main topic of my daily conversation for now is National Service all the way. Omgoodness. I seriously never see this coming at all. After living together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with 449 of others for 2 and a half months, my perspective towards national service changed drastically! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I could go on with my stories, but I guess telling it in person would be better. So if you do know me in person, you should consider yourself very fortunate.. HAHAHAHAHA! Sorry. Too much of self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a video of 43 trainees ( including me! :D ) who did a marching performance (Kawad Senyap) for the closing ceremony of our camp. ;) Enjoy looking at the pictures below this video as well! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/flxU8RQtPU4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXRNiHe-wZY/TYc0rX8BELI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/N04aiw6ufJY/s400/196262_10150132939479641_841474640_6151407_3151145_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586491782541152434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_B4nzYx3atA/TYc0rF0BwcI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/VbWjsI3911U/s400/199732_10150131192704641_841474640_6135010_310148_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586491777675805122" /&gt;That's no toy gun. That's an M-16 yo! :P Hahahaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kASksL3txU/TYc0qwF5fGI/AAAAAAAAD6I/mmVrmAQcbQM/s400/199595_10150131209974641_841474640_6135310_5925417_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586491771845180514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIcnN84VySY/TYcxfhxCyhI/AAAAAAAAD54/P5GNTTUPZmc/s400/DSC_0692.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586488280486169106" /&gt;This is called the Tarzan Swing. :) I managed to swing through twice without falling into the water and I'm so thankful for that! Hahaha. Cuz there were tadpoles and other eeeky stuffs in the water.. Ewwww. But lots of people had fun falling into the water anyway! :P Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUKhry2JMeM/TYcxezp1MwI/AAAAAAAAD5w/LRiBDTcOpAI/s400/DSCN3825.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586488268107887362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJC54ZFQOoE/TYcxeT0w3GI/AAAAAAAAD5o/GawON1-P9Bk/s400/DSC_0423.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586488259563805794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all! God bless y'all! Toodles. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, here's something interesting for you to know about this year. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;This year we will experience 4 unusual dates.... 1/1/11, 1/11/11, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;11/1/11, 11/11/11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now take  the last 2 numbers of the year which you were born, plus the age you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;will be this year and add them together. Did you come up with 111?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;For example, I am 61 and I was born in 1950... 61 +50 =  111.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Try it on your age and date of birth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;It is a very special year! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8742537056589068955?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8742537056589068955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8742537056589068955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8742537056589068955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8742537056589068955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Looking Down The Memory Lane.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://img.youtube.com/vi/flxU8RQtPU4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8093579559700173530</id><published>2011-03-15T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:36:03.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service'/><title type='text'>Bravo Bravo! Hu Ha Hu Haha!</title><content type='html'>YELLLOOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is back! I wouldn't call National Service a prison lah, at least not my camp. ;) Hmm, first of all, I really Thank God that He sent me to Kem Tegas Mesra, Selama. Really. Ain't kiddin'. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it wasn't THAT bad in that camp lah, I keep hearing that some camps don't have this, don't have that, but my camp had it. Though the facilities might be a lil old, they were all still usable. LOL. Oh yeah, I only got back yesterday around 1P.M. While some other of my friends got to go back the day before yesterday.. Unfair eh? You see, when I first got to this camp, I was in like the 1st batch of trainees to reach. It took 3 days (which means 3 batches of trainees) to bring all the trainees to get to that camp. And I was also the last batch to go back. -.- Do they like me so much? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all from Selangor, Perak, Penang and Kelantan. (So it's quite fun to meet people from other states as well ;) Not like some other of my friend who was posted to Selangor camp and most of his friends are from Selangor.. It has it's pros and cons lah.. He will be able to meet them anytime he wants, but as for me, I'll have to make a plan only to meet my friends.. -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this camp really had taught me well la I would say. I had a lot of exposures in life. Good and bad I had it all... ;) I never thought I would say this, but thanks to the M'sian Government for picking me to go for this camp. :X LOL! I kinda miss my life in NS right now. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I don't miss in NS :&lt;br /&gt;1) Waking up early in the morning at 5:50 A.M. ( suppose to wake up at 5:30 btw.. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stretching my bed every single morning. (I had to do it perfectly as.... I was the Assistant Dorm Leader. LOL! That Assistant Dorm Leader story, I will tell you another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Breakfast (I really have no idea who taught the canteen workers how to make breakfast. *bluek*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Roll calls everytime. (These are the times of roll calls -&gt; 7A.M. , 8:30A.M. , 2:30P.M. , 5:30 P.M. , 10:30 P.M. Crazy right? I can stand straight for long period of time already now. LOL. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) WASHING CLOTHES. (Mannnn, you know the first few times I washed clothes, I REALLY MISSED THE WASHING MACHINE BACK HOME.. AND MUM AS WELL. :'( It was supeeerr tiring!! And I had to ask my friend how do we know if the soap has been washed off from the clothes. HAHAHAHA. Super noob right. -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bathing in COOOOLLLD water! (It was suffering whenever it rains outside. I felt like as if I was sinking in Titanic.. in the icy cold water. Oh btw, when I got back home, I wasn't used to the water heater either.. HAHAHA. My life is becoming hay wire!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Not being able to use my own phone.. I've never been so attached to a public phone in my life till I got to camp. I had to line up behind the public phones in camp to make phone calls back home. Which was quite annoying sometimes because some people just had to talk for soooooooooo long. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I will add more when I ever think of anymore.. HAHAHA. I can't wait to the what I miss in NS... Here it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I miss in NS :&lt;br /&gt;1) Friends waking me up early in the morning.. Hahaha. I know, what kinda Assistant Dorm Leader is this right? Need her dormmates to wake her up... HAHAHAHA. *Pai seh* Well, I didn't have my phone alarm or any alarm clock lah.. Forgive me, my dormmates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends trying their best in helping me with any problems I have. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Friends sharing their stuffs with me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The activities like Flying Fox (not that fantastic as it was quite low.. -.-), Repelling, Kayaking, Marching (yeah I like it when everyone is into it and not when some people who just doesn't care when I asked them to march properly, walk in three and lift up their hands higher), Obstacle Course (I did Tarzan Swing!!! :D and I didn't fall into the water filled with TADPOLES and other eeky disgusting things. Twice!), Navigation, Wira Jaya (that's camping in the 'jungle'. LOL.) last of all, SHOOTING using a M16 (WOO HOO!! Hahahah. I got 48 marks btw. LOL! It's a happy thing as some people got 0. LOL! :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Going to FGA, Taiping with my friends. ;) Christian classes. The Christian meeting in the canteen with my friends. Lol! Though we aren't experienced leaders, we lead together in all the sessions. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The Satu Malaysia video a few of us did. LOL! Need to go for audition one wei.. Don't play play. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The Kawad Senyap during the closing ceremony of NS. (I could have done better. :( Did some mistakes.. But I'm still quite impressed with our performance at some parts. Lol. Please don't blame me, I'm an amateur in marching. Only did some marching in school at times.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Meeting different people from the 4 states I've mentioned. :D Seeing how their lifestyle is. Seeing how different people can really be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The spirit of being in a company named BRAVO. ;) Though we had MANY memorable incidents together (good and bad), we still had the spirit of fighting and gaining back the marks. ;) We created so many cheers for ourselves. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'll stop here. Don't worry there'll be more of NS posts to come. Hahaha. Thanks for your time. :D Till then! Will post pictures up soon. ;) God bless all! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Please do pray for the Japanese safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8093579559700173530?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8093579559700173530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8093579559700173530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8093579559700173530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8093579559700173530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/03/bravo-bravo-hu-ha-hu-haha.html' title='Bravo Bravo! 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Back for Chinese New Year holidays I mean. :) Hmm why so many descriptions about it? Because... honestly speaking... NS is not soooo bad like how others put it, it wasn't as bad as how I expected it to be. I guess it's because the people there made it a whole lot different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students coming from different backgrounds and ethnics, there might be some clashes at times. No doubt about that. But there is where you learn to really give and take. Sometimes it could be quite annoying facing some.. I mean SOME.. racism. I guess it does happens in the outside world? So maybe that's a stepping stone for me to see how the outside world really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are people who are really nice! Though they're of different races.. They can really make you feel so comfortable just being around them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the trainers, they are not so bad lah. Some can be really strict, some can be really funny and some can be really nice. :) I could see that they are trying real hard to bring us kids to unite with each other among the Chinese, Indians, Malays and other ethnics who are Malaysians. It's tough, but we're trying our best. &lt;i&gt;Bak kata, melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya. &lt;/i&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, girls there would be called Wirawati, and guys -&gt; Wira. Lol! Someone (will not reveal who) thought that Wirawati was my Malay name. HAHAHA. Cuz there was an announcement saying, " Perhatian kepada Wirawati Sarah ........ " Cute much? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OH YA, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/span&gt; to everyone! May you all have a splendid time with your loved ones! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm, I guess that's all for now. :) I'm trying to get hold of the pictures I took in NS. Hahaha. :P I'll try to upload them here, or I'll upload on FB. Oh yeah, do check out my Taiwan pictures in my FB too! :D Till then! Take care, and God bless all of you! :) Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569280247250844594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TUoO4Kf8e7I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/_1LoYy6xJ1g/s400/168009_10150104956459641_841474640_5845225_1587233_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569278283971236626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TUoNF4tnExI/AAAAAAAAD2w/fjO6OEYBoiw/s400/166669_10150104956234641_841474640_5845221_4317654_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TUoPeLiL1_I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/gKORtKjdVDs/s1600/180709_10150104955894641_841474640_5845212_7789570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569280900363704306" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TUoIackhqwI/AAAAAAAAD1o/O5dxNGtbLa8/s400/180104_10150092990907681_592957680_6409361_8321237_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-2351741929754882930?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2351741929754882930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=2351741929754882930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2351741929754882930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2351741929754882930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-month.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Month!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TUoO4Kf8e7I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/_1LoYy6xJ1g/s72-c/168009_10150104956459641_841474640_5845225_1587233_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-4059864260960752002</id><published>2010-12-23T16:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:56:39.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gathering'/><title type='text'>I Thought Wrong Of You.</title><content type='html'>Forget about the title. Just feel like typing it. :) I know you might think there's always a reason behind something, but I just think it isn't appropriate to let it out here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, had a reunion dinner with my relatives yesterday night in celebration of the Winter Solstice.. Which means, we got to enjoy some Tong Yun! :D and other awesome food as well! :P Yummmms! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553796676294780098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TRMMpt1LpMI/AAAAAAAAD0w/lVQG5GCxwXE/s400/P1050792.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncle and aunty cook real tasty dishes and I guess I added at least a kg to my body weight. :P Will work on that during the NS.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553796068882608162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TRMMGXC1cCI/AAAAAAAAD0o/FJsTJ0mKciU/s400/P1050830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tong Yun my sister, cousin (all the way back from NZ. WOO HOO! :P) and I savoured. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553836739757321410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TRMxFt2_rMI/AAAAAAAAD04/xByyONt6Zl4/s400/P1050801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All the cousins and sisters! :D Love my family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Just to let you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553839780069320866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TRMz2r53KKI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/ak9dDtIo__E/s400/155740_469564064810_768704810_5797061_1462932_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553839776335704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TRMz2d_ssWI/AAAAAAAAD1I/Y20STUxFcrE/s400/66870_469565514810_768704810_5797085_6144951_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I TOUCHED/HELD A SNAKE, PUT THE SNAKE AROUND MY NECK AND OF ALL PLACES.. IN SCHOOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAAH! That's definitely one of the bravest thing I've done in my life. I can tick that off my dare-to-do list already. XD HEHEHEHEHE. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then! God bless all. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-4059864260960752002?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4059864260960752002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4059864260960752002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4059864260960752002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4059864260960752002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-thought-wrong-of-you.html' title='I Thought Wrong Of You.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TRMMpt1LpMI/AAAAAAAAD0w/lVQG5GCxwXE/s72-c/P1050792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-5521443454878052501</id><published>2010-12-18T17:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:35:04.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Time Ain't Waiting For Me.</title><content type='html'>Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hmm... Yeah, it's true.. I don't wanna grow up so fast! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about time and stuffs, can't believe it's going to be the end of year 2010! Man... Why does time passes by so quickly? :( Getting older and older each day.. Hahaha..&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you were the friend whom I talked to about the issue of age recently, and you're reading this... I seriously don't wanna grow old so fast.. But we just gotta face the fact lah. If you know what I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. On the brighter side, Christmas is just around the corner! :) I've not really shop for Christmas yet.. The issue of time again. *sigh* Still, there will be lots of events on Christmas! :D Which I'm sure is gonna be a whole lot fun! And loads of pictures too! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, looks like I've to go get ready for my parents' cell Christmas Harvest Party later.. ;) Hehehehe. Till then! God bless! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Christmas isn't Christmas..Till it happens.. In your heart~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5521443454878052501?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5521443454878052501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5521443454878052501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5521443454878052501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5521443454878052501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-aint-waiting-for-me.html' title='Time Ain&apos;t Waiting For Me.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-8829170560087818952</id><published>2010-12-14T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:24:38.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Back From 'Heaven'.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Grace Youth Camp (GY camp -&gt; Three churches of Grace Assembly, USJ, PJ and Klang combined) at d'Village, Malacca an hour ago. Just now when we were on our way home, my friends and I in the bus were like, "oh nooo... We're back to reality again." *really (x10000) sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I wasn't any group leader or assistant.. Just a normal camper. ;) It was quite relaxing lah.. Haha. Didn't have to rush everywhere and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, God was really at our presence when we had our 4 days 3 nights camp! ;P Everyone was touched by God during worship and prayer sessions and it was truly amazing to feel that way! All praise and glory to Him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The committee of GY '10 Camp did a good job in putting their effort to make this camp a success. *clap clap clap* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not too sure if I could gather all the photos of mine from different cameras or not. But I'll try to share them with y'all if possible. ;) Alright, I havta rest now. This camp has almost drained out all my energy! It was all worth it at least. ;) Our Lord Jesus is awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550491002885894834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TQdOKMwD8rI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/O4Y4eoLBpec/s400/DSC_0247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the games.. Hahaha. They called me superwoman cuz I helped to bring the chair to the front each time the person at the back passed to me. LOL. It was tiring man! Yeah the rule of the game is to not put your feet on the ground, you have to be on the chair at all times. Lol. And bring everyone to a certain distance using only those five chairs... Me.. Superwoman? Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was some good fun lah.. We started off quite badly and almost gave up towards the end.. Yet.... we.... WON! Hahahah. OKB (One Kingdom Builders) rocks! :P Of course, we couldn't have done it without God's help. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550490991008058498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TQdOJggKjII/AAAAAAAAD0Q/B3xKw3Z3nGU/s400/154799_472085961817_754191817_5860573_3094076_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture with the girls on the last day... Which was around 7 hours ago.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550490986560902338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TQdOJP74VMI/AAAAAAAAD0I/Y1Y3FkWBesA/s400/68186_472071586817_754191817_5860310_3659913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, one awesome camp! ;) And the feeling of being in GY camp was like being in how we thought Heaven is like, which is awesome!! (that explains my title of the post today) Hahaha. Of course we don't really know how Heaven is really really like but I'm sure it's wayyyy more awesome up there! :P God bless. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8829170560087818952?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8829170560087818952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8829170560087818952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8829170560087818952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8829170560087818952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-heaven.html' title='Back From &apos;Heaven&apos;.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TQdOKMwD8rI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/O4Y4eoLBpec/s72-c/DSC_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-491602148655415016</id><published>2010-12-10T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:52:48.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Story'/><title type='text'>The Mo Of Truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey there, just got my PLKN letter from the postman.. signed it and passed it to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's just a short conversation with the postman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Postman : *looks at the letter* &lt;em&gt;Kamu dipilih ke PLKN lah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;Ya lah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Postman : &lt;em&gt;Tahun ini seronoklah, boleh pegang senapang. Saya pernah pergi 3 tahun lalu, tak ada senapang untuk pegang pun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : *eyes lit up* &lt;em&gt;Ya ke??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Postman : &lt;em&gt;Ya lah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : '&lt;em&gt;Thank you' ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Postman : &lt;em&gt;Ya, sama-sama.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha. Maybe it's not too bad to go for such a camp lah.. It only happens once in a lifetime right? So I shouldn't have negative thoughts about it.. ;) I know life wouldn't be easy there, so I just have to see and experience it for myself. :) Definitely, I'll put God in my life first than everything else.. or else I know I will not survive even for a day. Hahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please do pray for me when I go for my camp alright? :P I'm posted for the first batch, in Perak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrighty, gotta pack my stuffs for GY camp. :D Till then! See ya peeps! God bless ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Btw, check out the joke below this post. :D About Amish Vs The Elevator. :P*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-491602148655415016?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/491602148655415016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=491602148655415016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/491602148655415016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/491602148655415016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/12/mo-of-truth.html' title='The Mo Of Truth.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-447136783012130900</id><published>2010-12-10T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:12:21.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>Amish Vs. The Elevator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;AMISH vs THE ELEVATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;An Amish boy and his father were in a mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;They were amazed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;that could move apart and then slide back together again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The boy asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"What is this, Father?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Son, I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;never seen anything like this in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know what it is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;a fat old lady in a wheelchair moved up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;to the moving walls and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;pressed a button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The walls opened, and the lady rolled between them into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;small room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The walls closed, and the boy and his father watched the small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;They continued to watch until it reached the last number, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;the numbers began to light in the reverse order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finally the walls opened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;up again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and a gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;24-year-old blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stepped out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The father said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;quietly to his son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#9999ff;"&gt;......... ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt" class="ecxmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Go get your mother, quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tahoma', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/37292659-447136783012130900?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/447136783012130900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=447136783012130900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/447136783012130900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/447136783012130900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/12/amish-vs-elevator.html' title='Amish Vs. The Elevator!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-9025016549645897117</id><published>2010-12-08T17:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:29:42.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>I'm Like A Bird. I Wanna Fly Away!</title><content type='html'>Sup peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's back in the house yo! Hahaha. SPM was over just about 3 hours ago.. and here I am, doing what I've been wanting to do when I was out dating with my..... 'books'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the temptation of going online was soooooo much, everytime I hear my family members typing on the keyboard, my mind would drift away... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, August 28 has been a very very long time huh? I hope you ol' faithful reader hasn't lose your faith in my blog and stop coming to visit.. Hahaha. Hmm, got somethin' to share with you... You see, I've been so fortunate... that I got chosen for the 'National Service'. HOW FORTUNATE.... But, thank God I've got a friend in the same camp as I am.. ;) Still, part of me wants to appeal to get into Sabah's camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it sooooooo badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only good thing about this is that I won't be too far from home. So if mummy misses me too much, she might drive to me every weekend.. Hahahaha. Nah just kidding, with the fuel price inflating like crazyyyy, she won't be able to do that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go now. :) Have a nice day ahead! God bless! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261498102660050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TP9ib8Niu9I/AAAAAAAADzo/Iv3pqmNWGVQ/s400/P1050316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just before Biology 3. With our lunch. Too bad my camera's battery wasn't full, or else I would have taken more with others.. :( So I saved my battery for the later part of the day.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 3:31 P.M. , 8th December 2010....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261504279489458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TP9icTONq7I/AAAAAAAADzw/10f0YIQPviA/s400/P1050317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SIGH OF RELIEF!!! Hahahaha. Right after Bio paper 3! The moment I felt the heavy burden on me lifted off.. Literally!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That place was where I sat for the 9 days.. Omgoodness.. Let me tell you something about today.. Just when I was doing my Bio 2, a lizard came from behind crawling on the wall JUST BESIDE MY ARM TOWARDS MY TABLE!!!!! I WANTED TO SCREAM!!! But the exam hall just isn't &lt;em&gt;a place to let you scream just because a lizard came to you&lt;/em&gt;.... &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;That one incident sure did make me felt much more awake. LOL! Not to mention, the colour of the lizard was so dark! So disgusting! &gt;&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261518967147266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TP9idJ8BiwI/AAAAAAAADz4/gz995DsBD4U/s400/P1050320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TP9id-4-BPI/AAAAAAAAD0A/HOoBFdAjTzE/s1600/P1050323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures with the invigilators.. LOL! I wonder has anyone done that before? Taking pictures with the invigilators? Or you guys just fled off because you just can't wait to celebrate? HAHAHA! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548261533181412594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TP9id-4-BPI/AAAAAAAAD0A/HOoBFdAjTzE/s400/P1050323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! Till then folks. Sayonara! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-9025016549645897117?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/9025016549645897117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=9025016549645897117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/9025016549645897117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/9025016549645897117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-like-bird-i-wanna-fly-away.html' title='I&apos;m Like A Bird. I Wanna Fly Away!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TP9ib8Niu9I/AAAAAAAADzo/Iv3pqmNWGVQ/s72-c/P1050316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-4293936590819630497</id><published>2010-08-28T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:33:48.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Letter From God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB"  &gt;Life is really worth living.... just read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you never felt pain, Then how would you know that I am a Healer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had to pray, How would you know that I am a Deliverer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had a trial, How could you call yourself an overcomer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never felt sadness, How would you know that I am a Comforter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never made a mistake, How would you know that I am a forgiver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew all, How would you know that I will answer your questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never were in trouble, How would you know that I will come to your rescue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never were broken, Then how would you know that I can make you whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had a problem, How would you know that I can solve them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had any suffering, Then how would you know what I went through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never went through the fire, Then how would you become pure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I gave you all things, How would you appreciate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I never corrected you, How would you know that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had all power, Then how would you learn to depend on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was perfect, Then what would you need me for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:11;" lang="EN-GB"  &gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&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/37292659-4293936590819630497?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4293936590819630497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4293936590819630497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4293936590819630497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4293936590819630497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/08/letter-from-god.html' title='Letter From God.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-1859355540001767056</id><published>2010-08-15T17:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T16:00:39.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konichiwa!! Go Team Japan!</title><content type='html'>What team Japan you ask? Hahaha. Read on.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a Grace Assembly USJ's church camp. I'll just blog a lil about it aite? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, at first I wasn't so keen on going for this church camp, cuz it sounded so boring.. Afterall, I've gotta study and other stuffs to do, got no time.. no time.. Then as days passed by, the camp was getting nearer.. Still, didn't had the excited feeling. It'll just be another ol' boring trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before we went for the camp, we were already splited into 4 groups, Team A, B, C and D, so we knew who and who is in the same team as us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister kept saying that her team would win as they had more teenagers.. I kinda felt so too, but ahh.. we're already splited into groups, can't do much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then church camp came, haha. Funny how I suddenly felt the competitive spirit in me. XD Yeah, it was not bad, all of the sudden my perspective towards the camp changed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda selfish for feeling that I would not have fun in this camp.. :( Afterall, the committee had put in all their effort into putting this camp together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and instead of just boring Team A, B, C and D. Each team leader drew lots to see what would be their team's name. We went for the FIFA World Cup theme, so basically A became Spain, B became Brazil, C was New Zealand and D was JAPAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Japan's my team. Haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to cut things short, my team wasn't in good shape in the first two games on the first day, which was just yesterday.. Haha.. We were like the 2nd last or the last out of the four.. BUT! &lt;em&gt;I always like BUTs after something bad is stated.. Haha.. Cuz it'll be something good in the end? XD It's okay if you don't get me.. Maybe you're just tired, your brain ain't cooperating with ya. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, but... we caught up with the points and beat my sisters' team... New Zealand! (They were quite a strong opponent.) Hahaha! My group proved to my sister that what she said is sooooooooo WRONG! That's another main thing I'm happy about. HAH! :D Oh well, yes, Team Japan won 1st place!! :D I was just waiting to say that.. and I shall say it again.. Team Japan WON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505570896427463202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TGe3j39JsiI/AAAAAAAADzY/ZOlKuKwubK0/s400/P1030294.JPG" /&gt;AWESOME team members and team leaders! :D &lt;p&gt;Abigail Choy, Caleb Khew, Choo Jhun Hoe, Corey Long, Uncle David, Grace, Aunt Janet, Janice Tay, Aunt Jayanti, Aunt Jeannette, Jennifer, Uncle Kevin, Aunt Lee Lee, Uncle Lee, Marcus Pee, Michelle Cheong, Pastor Daniel Ho, Aunt Pauline, Rachel Yeo, Ryan Lai, Aunt Sharon, Yohan and Zach Lee! You guys were awesome! :D Had a splendid time competing and thinking of strategies with you all for the games. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, that's all for now, once again, Go Team Japan! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, our group cheer was....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Gotta F-F-I-I-G-H-T! We Gotta S-S-C-C-O-R-E! We gotta fight to score! And win today! Win, win all the way! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. XD (we edited a bit of the cheer which was given to us. :P) It kinda brought back my memories I had with my cheer friends 4 years ago.. Good ol' days. Good ol' days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what made this camp a success is none other who but God. If it wasn't for Him, we wouldn't even know each other, we wouldn't know how talented and how outstanding each of the church member could be! :D So, all praise and glory to God! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, enough of all the good times, back to reality... which means, back to thick thick books. =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then! Ciao! Arigatou Gozaimashita!&lt;em&gt; *I wanna eat sushi. :'(*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-1859355540001767056?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1859355540001767056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1859355540001767056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1859355540001767056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1859355540001767056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/08/konichiwa-go-team-japan.html' title='Konichiwa!! Go Team Japan!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/_YPUXce8NIHM/TGe3j39JsiI/AAAAAAAADzY/ZOlKuKwubK0/s72-c/P1030294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-7660245030447521098</id><published>2010-08-06T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:58:46.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Our God Is An Awesome God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#33ccff;"&gt;MY OATH TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad.....I will dry your&lt;br /&gt;tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;you are worried......I will give you hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are confused.....I&lt;br /&gt;will help you cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are lost...and can't see the light, I&lt;br /&gt;shall be your beacon...shining ever so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my oath.....I&lt;br /&gt;pledge till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask?....Because you're my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#33ccff;"&gt;GOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-7660245030447521098?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7660245030447521098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=7660245030447521098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7660245030447521098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7660245030447521098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-god-is-awesome-god.html' title='Our God Is An Awesome God.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-7037851185056869739</id><published>2010-07-17T16:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:09:59.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Should I Keep It A Secret?</title><content type='html'>Yo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got to know about the NS list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing started when I was downstairs in my house, and my sister went upstairs to whisper something to my dad. My dad couldn't hear and said, huh? (silent) HUH? (silent) What?! *me thinking... OH NO...... This smells fishy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during lunch, we talked about other stuffs... Suddenly dad went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah.. I've got bad news for you.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is it? Go figure.. But I'm super worried and scared right now!! *Hopes my cousin (Mark&lt;em&gt;ie&lt;/em&gt;!!) will come back...and go for it... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with me. If we're in the same batch..&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;* But chances are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, please plan out my path well, that I may go according to your plan and come back in one piece without any regrets or injury... But most importantly, please be with me always!! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not so much of a secret anymore already ey? Heh. -.-&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/37292659-7037851185056869739?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/7037851185056869739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=7037851185056869739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7037851185056869739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/7037851185056869739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/07/should-i-keep-it-secret.html' title='Should I Keep It A Secret?'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-1815504724897515702</id><published>2010-07-15T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:56:39.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Moment Of Truth (Away From Home For 3 Months!!)</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the previous post I posted, I talked about my 15th July and all, right.. Everything went on well, manage to take my class pictures and went for the Chemistry Quiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I heard that one of the choir competition has been postponed? I'm clueless right now, but I definitely hope we still have the chance to show that we can sing!! &gt;.&lt; *Oh Lord, please help us here..* Anyway, today, the hottest question among the Form 5s were..... "Did you &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; NS??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were scared to find out, some already found out and didn't get chosen, some found out they were chosen and went to emo mode.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.... I've not checked yet.... But I've been real worried since this morning when I got the sms from my friend, saying that we can already check whether we're in the NS list through sms. Yeah, from morning till now.. Worried. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got mixed feelings for this!! Part of me says, " NOOOOO! I don't want to go!! ". And the other part of me says, " IF I get chosen, please put me in Sabah or Sarawak! " (..............)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... I don't know what to say about this... I thought of just waiting to check from the newspaper and not going online to check or by smsing. *do it the old-style yo.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will update if anything happens to me.. Haha. Alright that's all for now. Ciao. God bless ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494128779593934706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TD8RBBHyZ3I/AAAAAAAADzA/wQ9yebrnowU/s400/P1020542.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A picture taken at the Pesta Floria 2010 in Putrajaya. :)&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/37292659-1815504724897515702?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1815504724897515702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1815504724897515702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1815504724897515702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1815504724897515702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/07/moment-of-truth-away-from-home-for-3.html' title='The Moment Of Truth (Away From Home For 3 Months!!)'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TD8RBBHyZ3I/AAAAAAAADzA/wQ9yebrnowU/s72-c/P1020542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8201844667068814298</id><published>2010-07-10T13:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:08:28.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Does Miracles In Everyway.</title><content type='html'>Whaddup peeps? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have not been blogging much, not sure if anyone still comes here once in a while. Cuz no one left any 'footprints' (message in chatbox or comment). :( As sad as it may sound, it is happening in my blog now. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just thought of updating you on what has been happening in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I've got many decisions to make just recently.. I actually had 2 choir competitions to go to, but teacher would only allow us to go for one. I don't know why. And... the competitions are on the 15th July and 17th July. And if I go to anyone of them (the day teacher allow us to go), I would still be missing some events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we would to go for the competition on the 15th, I would have to miss some Chemistry quiz in school and also my class photo session. :( And, if we would to go for the competition on the 17th, I would have to miss my guitar lesson in church.... So I didn't know what to do, I prayed. I asked Him to plan a way for me, cuz I really don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday, I found out that I won't be going for any of the competitions. Not 15th nor 17th. NONE. I was devastated. :'( *ahem* I love singing.. *ahem* And I would love to go for the last ever choir competition, representing our school, as I'm already getting old......and leaving the school real soon.. Sigh. Reason why we can't go... would not be stated here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought, ahh.. ok lah, fine. At least I can concentrate on my Chemistry quiz and get to take class photo on 15th. And also go for the guitar lesson on 17th. God did make miracles, by making me worry less about which event I would miss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as today when I just went for my guitar lesson, the teacher said that next week we won't have any lesson... * O.O" I was sooo worried I will miss the lesson if I go for competition, now no competition and no guitar lesson as well.. Alamak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not complaining, just feeling really sad as we worked so hard together as a team and sound pretty good already, but don't have the chance to show our talents. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still praying for another miracle to happen though, to allow us to go for the 17th July competition! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492156304550755250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TDgPD2-re7I/AAAAAAAADyQ/8E6RDefkSUc/s400/P1020399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A buffet I went with my family and relatives at KL Hilton. We had awesome scrumptious food! Yum yum yummay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492156293695949490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TDgPDOisSrI/AAAAAAAADyI/oVGUiMwsV10/s400/P1020398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chocolate fountain I fell in love with. Hahahaha. :P It was my first time handling the chocolate fountain by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492156281074088978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TDgPCfhZ_BI/AAAAAAAADyA/7Fa1_DyrH6A/s400/34049_406955777905_595612905_4343124_1375222_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Subang Rally 2010, IGNITE. :) They did a great job making that event. I just helped out in registration/merchandise shop/ushering. I'm a multi-tasker! :) For God of course! ;) That's all for now, till then! Take care and God bless. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : It's so nice to be able to play F chord on the guitar. Like finally... HAHAHAHA. Thank you Uncle Michael G for teaching. Haha. :P *I doubt he'll read this, still, thank you! :P* God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8201844667068814298?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8201844667068814298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8201844667068814298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8201844667068814298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8201844667068814298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-does-miracles-in-everyway.html' title='God Does Miracles In Everyway.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/TDgPD2-re7I/AAAAAAAADyQ/8E6RDefkSUc/s72-c/P1020399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-5376847317098790745</id><published>2010-06-08T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:29:44.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>3 Movies/Shows into 1 Dream</title><content type='html'>Sup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share with you a dream I dreamed this morning. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream made me cry in my sleep! That serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the whole dream started with... no wait. Let me tell you the scenes of shows and movies added up together which made my dream this morning... So that there won't be any "huh?" moments. Haha. Alright, so, ever since the holidays started, I've been watching the tv a lot. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooooo don't get to do that during school days. So why not make use of the time spending some 'quality' time with the idiot box like everyone calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie was Killers. In Killers, the neighbours of Ashton and Katherine who were supposed to be friends actually forgot about friendship but rather had the thought of killing Ashton to get the reward right? Okay, now keep that scene in your mind. Next... In America's Got Talent, when the judges don't like your performance, they'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; you right? Okay.. Keep that scene in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. just yesterday.. I watched Child's Play.. And in it, there's this hideous looking Good Guy doll called Chucky. HAHA. He stabs and cuts people with the knife right! Also keep that scene in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now let me start telling my dream. I dreamed that.. I've got three friends, (if you're reading this, buddies, it's you! HAHA.) They're Agnes, Jack and Charles. I don't know why of all people, it's must be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes they're supposed to be my friends.. But... I dreamed that they actually took turns to use their knifes and cut an X on my left or right (I forgot which side) arm! Each of them! So there were in total of THREE Xs on my arm!!! I was helpless! I was shocked! I didn't know my friends could do such thing to me! I didn't even defend myself to the max, I just asked, "Why are you doing this to me???????" .... while crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN... My mum came into my room and woke me up.. LOL! Saved by my mum. HAHAHA. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went out to the dentist with my mum. And I told her about this dream.. She said, "No wonder you didn't wanna wake up... if I didn't wake you up, you would be dead in your dream already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughs head off* Hahaha. Seriously, I do not wish to have friends like that!! So scary!! LOL! Too much of tv I guess! But it seems quite fun knowing that it is just a dream and not something really happening when I wake up from it. HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my dream.. Buddies, don't treat me this way in real life please! You might scare me to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've been separated from my metals today at 10.45AM. It has been 1 year and 6 months. I kinda miss feeling of having the metals though.. Oh well.. and it feels quite weird now! Hahaha. It's like I finally can feel my teeth. Hahaha. Alright that's all for now. Toodles! :) God bless all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5376847317098790745?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5376847317098790745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5376847317098790745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5376847317098790745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5376847317098790745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-moviesshows-into-1-dream.html' title='3 Movies/Shows into 1 Dream'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-462609188345864832</id><published>2010-06-07T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:43:43.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Came Back From Far Far Away.</title><content type='html'>Sup people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I've not posted anything about my birthday. How sad is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I've been real busy in the whole month of May. Preparing and having mid-term exams that is.. Is blogging like a dying trend or is it just only me who's not really updating much? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget about that, I'm on my mid-term HOLIDAYS now! Haha. Can I hear a Woo hoo?! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to update about what I've been doing since hols started.. Let's see.. On Saturday, I went to school to help out with the Revo Garden in school. You see, the Recess Revolution team in my school is beautifying a part of the school's garden. Haha. It was fun and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it fun was there were already three times we had the Revo Garden thing and almost all three times, the land was really eeky because it rained, and made the whole place muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we did it, everyone wore sport shoes, so there goes our sport shoes la, all muddy and eeky. But the second time and third, we were smart enough to wear slippers already. And rather step on the mud barefooted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we had our free &lt;em&gt;mud foot spa&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Whether I stepped on worms or not, I didn't dare to think about it. Hahaha. Though I did spot a few almost transparent earthworms &lt;em&gt;drilling&lt;/em&gt; through the earth. Well, it was much fun hearing the squish squash sound of the mud when we step on them.. The mud.. Not the worms. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had Father's Day High Tea with my church members in Sunway Hotel. Food was alright, not too much to shout about. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I decided to stay back and hang around in Sunway Pyramid and catch a movie. Guess what show we watch? Killers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then only found out that Ashton Kutcher could be quite some charming dude. After seeing him in Punk'd.. Like omgoodness, that dude's so annoying! And just when I watch this movie, ahahah. My whole perception of him changed the other way round. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for now, to check out the photos I took, you can always go to my facebook to check them out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : The pics are exclusive only for those whom I know. Haha. Sorry people whom I've not met you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Blame blogger for not upgrading how the uploading picture works. Alright, guess I've gotta go now, got lotsa house work to do.. Hahhaa. Ok I'm exaggerating that. Alright, ciao! God bless all. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-462609188345864832?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/462609188345864832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=462609188345864832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/462609188345864832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/462609188345864832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/06/came-back-from-far-far-away.html' title='Came Back From Far Far Away.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-3278469038328817543</id><published>2010-04-14T14:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:57:26.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Time Passed By In Just A Swift.</title><content type='html'>Well, I just wanna say.. Happy Birthday Dear Eldest Sister of Mine... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fiona Lim! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pray you'll be a better sister/daughter/granddaughter/niece/friend/God's child starting from today! :D and I know my prayer will be answered. :P It works almost every single time.. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you abundantly so that you can bless your family with love and everything unconditionally! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-3278469038328817543?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3278469038328817543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=3278469038328817543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3278469038328817543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3278469038328817543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/04/though-youll.html' title='Time Passed By In Just A Swift.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-1446088361069957221</id><published>2010-04-09T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:24:36.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Blonde Mo.</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone has their own blonde moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I just had one... Ain't tellin' what it was. But hahaha. Don't be too conscious about it. :) Cuz when you look back at your past blonde moments, it might be able to make your day. Lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, just a few random pictures. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458169915721858834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S79QnqZTPxI/AAAAAAAADxo/gnAW3BZF1vo/s400/DSC_0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458169929020644018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S79Qob7-mrI/AAAAAAAADxw/_wbIuOlmQhc/s400/DSC_0482.JPG" /&gt;Meet &lt;em&gt;Mui Bui&lt;/em&gt;, a really cute relative of mine living in Hainan Island. :) She's a girl, she ain't a boy lah. :) Just look at those pretty eyes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this cute lil carefree life girl, how I wish I could live my childhood life again.. not with this full grown up giant body lah. Back then, I didn't have to worry about stuffs around me. I didn't have to worry what others think about me. I didn't have to be such a sensitive person I am now. Sigh. I just didn't have to worry..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to this verse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6-7 (New Living Translation)&lt;br /&gt;6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all He has done. 7 Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-1446088361069957221?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1446088361069957221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1446088361069957221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1446088361069957221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1446088361069957221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/04/blonde-mo.html' title='Blonde Mo.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S79QnqZTPxI/AAAAAAAADxo/gnAW3BZF1vo/s72-c/DSC_0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8155100150416890891</id><published>2010-04-04T16:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:58:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some 1 In A Million Experiences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is Resurrection Sunday.. and it was also my school's sports day. Yes I know, which school actually have sports day on Resurrection Sunday and on Qing Ming? You just read it.. My school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As sad as it might sound, I actually skipped church service just for the sake of marching for Girl Guides. I've never thought of marching for Girl Guides on sports day, never thought that I would do it for real. Cuz I wasn't really into marching and all.. But just two weeks ago, all these changed. I worked with my friend, Jian Mei on this. Even the president of Girl Guides wasn't in the marching, she had to lead her Red House instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we actually didn't take Girl Guides marching seriously. Still we went, finding for at least 33 people to join marching as that is the requirement of a minimum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape style="WIDTH: 0.75pt; HEIGHT: 0.75pt; VISIBILITY: visible" id="Picture_x0020_1" alt="Add Image" type="#_x0000_t75" spid="_x0000_i1025"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="Add Image" src="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLilian%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amount of people in a marching group. We find the girls, class by class, smsing, calling.. still we couldn't even reach 28 people. They would just say oh I have this and I have that.. But still we didn't feel worried or sad or anything.. Though we couldn't get many people, we still went ahead, having practices after school, staying back to march for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But every single practice we had, not all of the girls could make it, or they just couldn't be bothered at all. It was annoying at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we had more and more practices, I realise I began to have the passion for marching or actually having something to do with Girl Guides. Wait, that's seems weird cuz I wasn't that into Girl Guides. But it's true. Ha ha. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, just yesterday for the last practice before the real day, we managed to get 32 girls practising from 7:30-11:00. At the first part of the day, we only had 20+ people, way lesser than the min amount which was required. I was sooo worried, so I started praying, started to do what I can to contact the girls, smsing and calling those who didn’t go for pracs. My phone’s credit went down like a running tap water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow, we continued with our practice. I was impressed that the girls didn’t really complain about the scorching sun during practices (now we're all tanned hot chics. LOL.) From that point, my view towards the girls changed, I soon felt that, this could actually work out well. Plus, while we were marching, some other uniform societies were marching along side. Two groups' commander were stressed and scolded their group after watching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of them scolded "The girls are even louder than you guys!!" The other one scolded "They are only girls you know!!" - By the way they scold their group, both of them gave me the impression that, all these while, they didn't think that we can do just as good as they are. They had been looking down on us all these while. That sorta boosted my confidence in Girl Guides this year of getting a place, but before that incident, I thought, whatever position we had, it's okay la. Just go for experience. - that was how slacky I was back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then came the real day. Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456210700256440050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hauUB4bvI/AAAAAAAADxI/47oynWqeJdo/s400/P4034243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is just so awesome. It just gives me the satisfaction, that we can also do just as good as the rest. All this while, Girl Guides in my school had been living like they never existed. No one noticed Girl Guides, no one recognize them, no one cared about them. But this year, it's definitely a great boost in our reputation. And I'm soooooooo glad we didn't give up in making this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors - Chai Jian Mei, Stephanie, Zoe, Anthea, Lay Teng, YuQing and I! Great job in persevering! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456202507996847698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hTRde_XlI/AAAAAAAADwQ/2JsJ_-pZtnE/s400/26825_383673428149_707583149_3658888_4666251_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456202524197252450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hTSZ1d7WI/AAAAAAAADwg/QJ_alko8GEw/s400/26825_383673448149_707583149_3658891_7399573_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456202514762323890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hTR2sAV7I/AAAAAAAADwY/ntlYRugj0Jg/s400/26825_383673438149_707583149_3658890_7669333_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456202548858485362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hTT1tKenI/AAAAAAAADww/djDsTgkgcY4/s400/26825_383673463149_707583149_3658894_8383275_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456212212474001362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hcGVepN9I/AAAAAAAADxQ/Ow4nGhywSF8/s400/P4034245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456202533139986946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hTS7JlOgI/AAAAAAAADwo/8qWZUnknUDc/s400/26825_383673453149_707583149_3658892_8153776_n.jpg" /&gt;Hahaha. I'm not exaggerating, these photos are so precious, they almost make me tear! :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, our teacher advisor also said to us that the past years of Girl Guides had never reach the amount of 32 girls in marching, it has always been much lesser than that. That's why they didn't get any placing before in sports day marching competition. Only this year.. - that has already made a history of Girl Guides in my school. Haha. Sounds pathetic, but the feeling of achieving it is plain awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456212221312779234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hcG2Z-Q-I/AAAAAAAADxY/w3D72s2UXlg/s400/P4034253.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456209296497553346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hZcmnrr8I/AAAAAAAADw4/ycBZHjObP_o/s400/26825_383673468149_707583149_3658895_4835038_n.jpg" /&gt;We stood there for the headmistress and the PIBG chairperson to give their speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456209305482377522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hZdIF1OTI/AAAAAAAADxA/a9nZiMdC-Eg/s400/26825_383673483149_707583149_3658897_1047445_n.jpg" /&gt;The tired yet contented faces. We pulled it off! :') The one on the most right is Jian Mei, the commander. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our marching, the runners took their places and off they go, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then followed Anthea to her church for Resurrection Sunday service as my church's Resurrection Sunday service already ended. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456213310690353314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hdGQp04KI/AAAAAAAADxg/3-JSTdBofRo/s400/P4034257.JPG" /&gt;One picture I took while she and her youth performed a song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I'm glad I managed to attend a church service even if sports day almost stopped me from going to my church service. Of course, I didn't attend that church service just for the sake of going, I did want to stay back at the stadium and cheer for my friends who took part in running, but I made my mind to go church for God. :) Thanks Anthea and thanks Aunty for bringing me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it wasn't for Him, the marching group could never be such success. :) You'll never believe how many times my friends and I prayed for our marching group. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, the results of the marching competition? Sadly, we didn't get any place. Though MANY.. yes MANY people said we could have gotten 2nd.. We still didn't get. :( Still finding out why. I thought we did great. 1st was Scouts, 2nd was Kadet Polis, 3rd St. John. I heard 4th was KRS. How could they get 4th when they didn't even have 32 people marching?! I was really disappointed when I got the news about the results, I won't deny. In fact, VERY disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kept thinking about it... but actually, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1st, 2nd and 3rd placings.... are just names. What's most important is what we all gained together. During the practices, we gained experience, we gained respect, we bonded with each other, and we definitely had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, we shouldn't just think about getting something just for the sake of getting the name and the fame, what we didn't really think about is that we already gained SO MUCH just during practices. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh, yes now I feel much better, after pouring it all out here. Still, girls - to those who marched along through sweat and tears, if you all ever read this, it's okay we didn't get any placing. Refer to the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;italic coloured words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Love you all so much! Thanks for being such good sports! You &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; GIRLS ROCKED! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then. God bless all! :)&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/37292659-8155100150416890891?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8155100150416890891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8155100150416890891' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8155100150416890891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8155100150416890891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-1-in-million-experiences.html' title='Some 1 In A Million Experiences.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S7hauUB4bvI/AAAAAAAADxI/47oynWqeJdo/s72-c/P4034243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-9046757583500796617</id><published>2010-03-25T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:05:48.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>We Will Face This Someday. It's Just A Matter Of Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a rich merchant with four wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4th wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loved the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4th wife&lt;/span&gt; the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3rd wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He also loved the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3rd wife&lt;/span&gt; very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's very proud of her and always wanted to show her off to his friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He too, loved his &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd wife&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd wife&lt;/span&gt; and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1st wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, the merchant's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1st wife&lt;/span&gt; is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus, he asked the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4th wife&lt;/span&gt;, "I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4th wife&lt;/span&gt; and she walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sad merchant then asked the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3rd wife&lt;/span&gt;, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3rd wife&lt;/span&gt;. "Life is so good over here, I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He then asked the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd wife&lt;/span&gt;, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd wife&lt;/span&gt;. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1st wife&lt;/span&gt;. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ACTUALLY WE ALL HAVE FOUR WIVES IN OUR LIVES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 4th wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is our body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our 3rd wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is our possessions, status and wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we die, they all go to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 2nd wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is our family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 1st wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Something you can't see-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is in fact our soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure. It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do good on earth and love your neighbour as you love yourself. Have a strong relationship with Him while you can on earth though you may be hated by all for His name's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But he who endures to the end will be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't that last sentence and the whole story above make you feel good? By that, I know that Ps.Mark is definitely completely healed from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; and is now by God's side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps.Mark definitely went through lots of pain towards the end of his days here, and it was painful to watch him go through them too. I felt really really shocked and later very very sad when I heard that news about him on the Tuesday night after coming home from supper after tuition with parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I may not know Ps.Mark for very long, only for about 2 years, he has made a big impact in me. He showed me that we do not need to get angry so easily, indeed he was a very very very patient man. Everyone could see it. Never had I seen such a patient man before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refering to the story above, Ps.Mark has definitely took care of his &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'1st wife'&lt;/span&gt; and his wife, Ps.Rose very well. :) I could actually tell that he is that kind of man just on a simple meal we had together when my family once had lunch with both of them after church. From that meal, we got to know so much more about them. Oh yeah, and besides that, they both visited our house before and it was nice having them around too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogging doesn't really help people to express what they really really feel, so I guess that's all I can say here for now. All we can do now is pray for his family that they may be strong and be happy for Ps.Mark that he is now healed and is having a much better life in Heaven. I can't deny the fact that I am really sad but I still must be happy that he now no longer need to suffer in pain here on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We definitely miss you around, Ps. Mark Wong. :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks for all your preaching and thanks for being such an inspiration to us. You rocked on earth. And keep rocking on for God in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-9046757583500796617?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/9046757583500796617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=9046757583500796617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/9046757583500796617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/9046757583500796617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-will-face-this-someday-just-matter.html' title='We Will Face This Someday. It&apos;s Just A Matter Of Time.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-4414250321988030883</id><published>2010-03-19T13:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:08:29.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What Does Giving 101% Exactly Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What Equals 100%? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been in situations where someone wants you to GIVE OVER 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How about ACHIEVING 101%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What equals 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help&lt;br /&gt;answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are represented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L - O - V - E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- O - F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- G - O - D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12+15+22+5+15+ 6+7+15+4 = &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;101%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will&lt;br /&gt;get you there, It's the Love of God that will put you over the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nice one huh? :) Just updating to tell everyone I am fine. Having holidays now.. but soon gonna go back to school and there my hectic life begins.. again.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is life and FACE IT SARAH! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched THS Jonas Brothers yesterday and think that they're very inspirational. :D Hehehe. They're so cute! :) + I like their purity rings. Very nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alrighty, that's all for now. God bless everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love your life, cuz you can only live it once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-4414250321988030883?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4414250321988030883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4414250321988030883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4414250321988030883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4414250321988030883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-does-giving-101-exactly-mean.html' title='What Does Giving 101% Exactly Mean?'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-2356275784657921705</id><published>2010-02-14T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:22:04.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>It's A LOVEY HAPPY 2 In 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah, it's rare to have 2 occasions in a day. :) So be thankful you can experience this wonderful day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gong Xi Fa Cai to all Chinese! And to the taken ones.. Happy Valentines! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, blogger wouldn't let me upload the pics which I wanna share with you. :( For the sake of my coussie in NZ, I will update you about me. HAHAHA. *Use you as an excuse. LOL. Thanks for being so faithful to this blog of mine. :P Really mean it deep down to the core of my &lt;3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've been to Hainan Island for 6 days 5 nights for your info. :D And it was a blast! My family and I didn't really had any high expectations before the trip, so THANK GOD we weren't disappointed when we got back from it. In fact, I'm missing the feeling of being there. Where my ancestors were once living there...  I finally had the feeling of being in a village. And feasting in a village... We had a 14 course dishes at my grandaunt's 91th birthday! :P Yeahh.. FOURTEEN dishes and NINETY ONE years old. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was just awesome lah. Really an eye-opener cuz we knew so many interesting facts. And it also helped me to make me into a better person.. At least what I felt the trip has changed me is that I've become much more contented with what I have and how I'm living a life now. It has also changed my mind-set that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something or someone&lt;/span&gt; is totally NOT everything. So I'm letting it go bit by bit.. :) It was suffering actually to think about that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing/person&lt;/span&gt; so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm glad it's going to be all over. :) I really thank God for this trip and I'm looking forward for more in the future! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Gong Yee Wat Sai once again and take care all! God bless all too! :) Drive safely back to your hometown. No rush, your loved ones will be patiently waiting for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-2356275784657921705?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2356275784657921705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=2356275784657921705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2356275784657921705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2356275784657921705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-lovey-happy-2-in-1.html' title='It&apos;s A LOVEY HAPPY 2 In 1.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-6377261299150487890</id><published>2010-01-28T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:16:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accused The 3rd Time On Something I'm Totally Innocent Of.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Okay, I'm back. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks cous - my lovely cousin who typed in my cbox. :) Yeah, you're right, nobody's perfect. Maybe that was the worst day I had for now ever since the year started. That's why I had to let out something, not in the form of faeces but through blogging. Ahh, cousin, how I wish I can go over to NZ with you. And leave everything behind here. Cuz everything here in Malaysia is just..... okay. That's not the point of this post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna say how some people could be so unreasonable accusing others of something they did not do. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to school as usual, sat in the line of my class during assembly. We do that everyday before going to class by the way. Then a few minutes later, this lady... who happens to be my school's disciplinary teacher came to the side of me, she caught one of the girl who had dyed her hair. (- we aren't allowed to dye our hair if you don't know.) And later asked her to walk to the front of the assembly area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, still in my sleepy mood, so happened watched that whole scene of teacher catching girls-who-dye-hair happen. (- I turn my head to the left to see what happen.) Deep down in me honestly, I had the feeling that she would find fault with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turn my head back to the front to act like I was listening to what the teacher was annoucing in front. Then true enough... That disciplinary teacher called &lt;em&gt;"eh, kamu juga."&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Eh, you also.&lt;/em&gt; I told her, "I didn't dye my hair." God knows why I spoke to her in English. &gt;.&lt; "Pergi saja." - &lt;em&gt;Just go to the front. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even want to listen to what I have to say. &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;So being the obedient one, I followed &lt;span &gt;her ORDER. - She ordered me, you can say. I went in front, there were other three girls who got caught too.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-bidi-: EN-MY; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-MY"&gt;*Deep down in me, I was kinda afraid. What if she don't believe me? WHAT A SCAREDY CAT. I KNOW. THAT'S WHAT I HATE ABOUT MYSELF. NO CONFIDENCE. :(* But later I tried calming myself down, &lt;/span&gt;"Sarah you didn't do it, why do you need to be afraid of?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that disciplinary teacher finished finding &lt;em&gt;victims&lt;/em&gt; who apparently dyed their hair, she came towards us and asked us once again. Did we dye our hair. My friend, Jia Yuan and I said no. But the other two girls admitted. Of course we said no. Cuz IT IS our natural colour. You can't blame us to have such nice hair colour, can you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that disciplinary teacher told us to walk elsewhere, where another disciplinary teacher was present. =.= Then again, my friend and I had to tell that our hair is natural colour. =.= That other displinary teacher then touched my friend's hair and then she touched my hair, trying to feel the condition of our hair whether they had been dyed or not. *I almost wanted to faint already.. not because I was scared.. But because it's such a small thing, and yet they are making it into such a big deal* She also started walking around us. Hahaha. That was seriously funny. It looked like she was checking us out. Checking what kinda hairstyle she wants to cut the next time she looks for her hairstylist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept saying that if they don't believe, they CAN call our parents. But I guess they don't wanna waste their credit to call and rather waste our time still thinking whether we dyed or not. I was shaking my head thinking that it was so ridiculous. Cuz I had been caught twice before this. And my mum wrote a letter to one of the teachers before stating clearly that I didn't dye my hair. &gt;.&lt; &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My friend helped me though by telling the teacher that I didn't dye my hair. It was so nice of her. :) Knowing that we don't usually talk but she still helped me. I'm thankful for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us almost 10-15 minutes there, waiting to see if they believe that it is our natural colour or not. The other two who admitted that they dyed their hair was asked to see another teacher. Goodness. I guess teachers nowadays could do much better as inspectors rather than teaching kids and wasting kids' time. But still, they need a whole lot more of training, because it took so long time for them to tell whether we were telling the truth or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after much waiting, that another disciplinary teacher finally let us go. So my friend and I walked back to our places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends kept asking what happened and I had to tell the whole story. Lol. Such small thing could cause such a commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during recess, so happened I looked almost like a zombie like the ones in L4D today - (lack of sleeping hours), another friend of mine told me to chill and that he heard about what happened to me. I thought to myself.. What happened? Did he mean about my previous post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no... haha. He said.. you got 15 demerit points right? I got a shocked. Haha. CRAZY. 15 demerit points is A LOT. Then I had to explain the whole thing again. He actually thought I dyed my hair too. =.= Pfft. What kinda friend is this? Most of my friends know I was innocent and that I have naturally brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is.. &lt;strong&gt;My friend and I have naturally brown hair and we didn't get any 15 demerit points or whatsoever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being accused of something I didn't do. And I had been accused for many things many times also. And I'm so sick of it. So please, find out first before accusing people of doing something will ya? Cuz it's so sickening. Okay, that's all for now. Till then. God bless ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a big day for CF! :) God bless our CF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6377261299150487890?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6377261299150487890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6377261299150487890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6377261299150487890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6377261299150487890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/01/accused-3rd-time-on-something-im.html' title='Accused The 3rd Time On Something I&apos;m Totally Innocent Of.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-8103708405563725960</id><published>2010-01-25T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:05:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Barely Feel My Heart.</title><content type='html'>This may be my last post of this blog.. If you manage to read this, then consider yourself blessed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having thoughts about making this blog private or just delete it off so that every past of mine will be wiped out and never remembered anymore.. -I'm not asking for any sympathy from you to beg me not to delete, if you intend to. Even if you don't intend to, it's okay.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit that sometimes, I do not have the confidnce in myself in something and there I go making a fool out of myself, at least that's what I think of myself.. But.. there are times too when I'm being too confident of myself, I would get all disappointed and would go whining till I get all drained out and tired.. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm beating around the bush. Yeah, and I'm disappointed with myself mentally and physically because I just worry about too much things in life. I worried about what would people think of me, I worried about what would he/she do if he/she knows about this of me, I worried just about every single tiny little things in the world. And this is just wearing me out very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm having too much burdens in me. That's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. Not exactly all I wanted to say from my heart. Yeah, from the title you could know I could barely feel my heart. Maybe that's why I can't type everything I feel here. Basically it's because I can't feel anything. I guess I'm turning to a heartless person. Not to evil heartless but the emotionless heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by being that way I could worry less about the world. Oh yeah, maybe the crazy things happening around the world is part of why I'm giving up hope on being too hopeful. I'm sick of going according to people's mood. I'm sick of being the puppet. I'm sick of not being able to express how I feel in person and only expressing through blogs and diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'll make a decision on what to do about this blog, and.. soon do something about it by end of this month. Anyway, what's the point of blogging if no one cares? Fame isn't everything. I've once thought of wanting to be really really famous, I admit. But it's not as easy and nice as you think it will be. Time and again you see stars rising up really quickly because of something and one day, if they fall, they would fall right deep into the earth's core and no one recognizes their good deeds but everyone would remember their evil doings for generations after generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. I notice I could type a lot when I'm down but could barely type a single word when I'm all happy and jolly. Weird. Okay, God bless all and see you next time if I ever feel like blogging again. Don't worry though I feel way down right now, I would not do anything silly to myself just to get people's attention. I ain't that silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and toodles once again. Life's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*SaraH*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8103708405563725960?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8103708405563725960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8103708405563725960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8103708405563725960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8103708405563725960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-could-barely-feel-my-heart.html' title='I Could Barely Feel My Heart.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-6706234098173671071</id><published>2010-01-09T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:17:32.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>There's Fire Everywhere.</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand why people keeeeeeeeeeep on saying we SHOULD NOT do something, yet they do it to others??? Time and again, teaching the students in school? on TV and radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS?! It is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CONTRADICTING and... it's getting on my nerves!!! AJ and I personally witnessed one happening today. I shall not mention what the matter was, but follow what the &lt;em&gt;Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth&lt;/em&gt; says. - Romans 12 : 21. If you do not have one, here's what the verse says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you - (those who you think you are) wait. :) He's definitely planned out something for us, and He knows that these things will happen. So, let's just leave it into His hands and we will overcome EVIL with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;. We're not gonna live by what we see and we're not gonna live by what we feel. Cuz we know that He's with us, deep down in us. And we know that, He can do ANYTHING! Nothing Is Impossible! Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a post on a wedding my family and relatives attended in Temerloh back in the year 2009. Haha. Didn't had the time to do so.. So now I'll make it short and sweet and quicccckkk! xD Here's when you see supergirl coming. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424684680621911138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZ-c747GI/AAAAAAAADvY/0WReerAXmfQ/s400/21571_404360815240_668775240_10277855_322330_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's my 2nd cousin and the other's my cousin. :D Don't play play k.. Kids (my 2nd cousin) nowadays have expensive stuffs with them wherever they go.. No it's not handphone.. Not laptop either.. It's their super addictive PSP. =.= Hahaha. When they're glued to the PSP, you can never get their attention only until you call their name AT LEAST thrice. SERIOUS. But super adorable kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424684673598583938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZ-CxZdII/AAAAAAAADvQ/VZgXMAd7V-Q/s400/21571_404376490240_668775240_10278014_1413369_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Tung Teng. Haha. That's its name. Tung Teng. :P It looks so much like a soft toy, don't you feel like hugging it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424684666466886994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZ9oNEZVI/AAAAAAAADvI/7RCUx0re9m0/s400/21571_404380885240_668775240_10278026_3336701_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The newlyweds! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came dinner time. Told you this is a supergirl's post. xD Everything is going so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424684682331692626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZ-jTiHlI/AAAAAAAADvg/x3pJ2h3vzxU/s400/17075_216905662694_569162694_3335571_1066875_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZF012VnI/AAAAAAAADvA/jUTeqSjpTe4/s1600-h/21571_406008805240_668775240_10294887_2852716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683707786483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZF012VnI/AAAAAAAADvA/jUTeqSjpTe4/s400/21571_406008805240_668775240_10294887_2852716_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehehehehehehe. xD After looking at this for some time, I realise that all three of us in this photo were doing the same thing. &lt;strong&gt;Putting both our hands together in front of us.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA. Funny man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZFfSwbNI/AAAAAAAADu4/V8IH3t1zq8A/s1600-h/21571_406014630240_668775240_10295029_5867185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683702002150610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZFfSwbNI/AAAAAAAADu4/V8IH3t1zq8A/s400/21571_406014630240_668775240_10295029_5867185_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys. Now they're all grown into &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;young handsome men&lt;/span&gt;. :) Heheh. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Remember the deal? The deal of spending me Starbucks if I said &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IT &lt;/span&gt;on my blog is still on right?* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha. Just joking, cousins. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZFDhouyI/AAAAAAAADuw/4VBFjAFQ0-4/s1600-h/21571_406014615240_668775240_10295028_5710975_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683694548368162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZFDhouyI/AAAAAAAADuw/4VBFjAFQ0-4/s400/21571_406014615240_668775240_10295028_5710975_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now these girls has grown into b-e-a-u-tiful swans. Agree? HAHAHA. You bet you do! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZE_e8DsI/AAAAAAAADuo/lCS9HC5qeFs/s1600-h/21571_406028000240_668775240_10295265_4104294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683693463310018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZE_e8DsI/AAAAAAAADuo/lCS9HC5qeFs/s400/21571_406028000240_668775240_10295265_4104294_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin who I always played with during the younger days. :) Now she's soo busy and I am so busy with school too. :( And so... we're now in our sooooooo busy lifes.. Never really had the chance to catch up with her already.... Soon, she'll be leaving for UK. Why oh why.. Everyone's leaving... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZEpQc5hI/AAAAAAAADug/j9yWfwo8raY/s1600-h/21571_406028020240_668775240_10295266_288389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683687496967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZEpQc5hI/AAAAAAAADug/j9yWfwo8raY/s400/21571_406028020240_668775240_10295266_288389_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 'hansem' papa and my 'pweety' mummy. :) Love them to &lt;s&gt;bits&lt;/s&gt; POWDER. LOL! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry la, sometimes I guess Asians do not express their love towards one another in person but they do it rather openly on the net like on the blog which is also like someone like me. HAHAHA. Realise the repetitions of LIKE? Somehow I think people who say 'like' in their sentences like 100 times sound quite like a blond. HAHA. Sorry no hard feelings. Not trying to be a &lt;em&gt;hair colour-ist&lt;/em&gt; here. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do that at times too. Like don't know when. Like why not you just catch me doing it in person? Like if you do know me in person. :X Hahaha. Must be the nap I got just now that made me like so energetic now. Like I feel so much not like a zombie anymore. Hahahaha. Like like like. xD Goodness gracious. Hahaha. Like Omgoodness. Like. Ok enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYhKLP5rI/AAAAAAAADuY/HdGGECZMnyM/s1600-h/21571_406033425240_668775240_10295320_2624398_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683077858223794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYhKLP5rI/AAAAAAAADuY/HdGGECZMnyM/s400/21571_406033425240_668775240_10295320_2624398_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my aunty. Lol. She's not old.. She's around 25 only I guess? I guess it's just that the generation last time went all haywire. I even have aunty who is a year older than me. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYgeSDvbI/AAAAAAAADuQ/xCSuNzipc6g/s1600-h/21571_406033435240_668775240_10295321_7141802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683066075626930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYgeSDvbI/AAAAAAAADuQ/xCSuNzipc6g/s400/21571_406033435240_668775240_10295321_7141802_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYgF1nELI/AAAAAAAADuI/boYb611VIS4/s1600-h/21571_406033460240_668775240_10295322_5268737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683059513856178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYgF1nELI/AAAAAAAADuI/boYb611VIS4/s400/21571_406033460240_668775240_10295322_5268737_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a super huge hall. Super super huge. Guess it was super super expensive too. xD Getting married nowadays is not easy ya know. Haha. *thinks to self.. ok lah, I'll just take care of papa and mummy only lah..* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYfr1Ut9I/AAAAAAAADuA/_hpUO5yB99c/s1600-h/21571_406033485240_668775240_10295323_4466893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683052533331922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYfr1Ut9I/AAAAAAAADuA/_hpUO5yB99c/s400/21571_406033485240_668775240_10295323_4466893_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people who I lived with for the past 16 years and 8 months of my life. :) Love them to powder again. Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYfU3Q-JI/AAAAAAAADt4/gfc0sXs0vWE/s1600-h/21571_406046255240_668775240_10295643_5841721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424683046367459474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hYfU3Q-JI/AAAAAAAADt4/gfc0sXs0vWE/s400/21571_406046255240_668775240_10295643_5841721_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should have taken my hand and the flower off my face, shouldn't I? Haha. Just showing how the atmosphere was during that night. Looks warm and cosy huh? But it was freezing cold! Like totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXmppg0qI/AAAAAAAADtw/VyfuligNtYs/s1600-h/PC193147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424682072694379170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXmppg0qI/AAAAAAAADtw/VyfuligNtYs/s400/PC193147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride and us! So sweet and pretty right? :D Hahaha. Sorry guys, she's ALREADY taken, can't you see? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXlyw4AfI/AAAAAAAADto/AhjLcUArYv0/s1600-h/21571_406051195240_668775240_10295683_4925237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424682057961308658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXlyw4AfI/AAAAAAAADto/AhjLcUArYv0/s400/21571_406051195240_668775240_10295683_4925237_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol! You don't usually see sisters doing this do you? xD Now you do, and you should feel so blessed! Hahahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Do not underestimate the power of having naps in the afternoon - see the results, the way Sarah types now? xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXlnRWOII/AAAAAAAADtg/LqXl0R60HXQ/s1600-h/21571_406057150240_668775240_10295760_5986165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424682054876280962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXlnRWOII/AAAAAAAADtg/LqXl0R60HXQ/s400/21571_406057150240_668775240_10295760_5986165_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters and cousin. :) You do not want to see the other continuous snap shots we took. Hahaha. You would laugh your head off. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXlWKJejI/AAAAAAAADtY/Bo47eyC1WSk/s1600-h/21571_406057200240_668775240_10295763_4226469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424682050282682930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXlWKJejI/AAAAAAAADtY/Bo47eyC1WSk/s400/21571_406057200240_668775240_10295763_4226469_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next day was going home day.. Wasn't actually feeling well throughout the whole trip. So see the tired face of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXkzU9jYI/AAAAAAAADtQ/xHkvyE-rvDU/s1600-h/21571_406058370240_668775240_10295781_2527780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424682040932797826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hXkzU9jYI/AAAAAAAADtQ/xHkvyE-rvDU/s400/21571_406058370240_668775240_10295781_2527780_n.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;p&gt;Just a little wide smile for the last group picture with the relatives. :) Hehehe. I'm blessed because I have a family and a lot of relatives and I thank God for each and everyone of them. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohhhkay. That's all for now. Gotta bathe and get ready for dinner. Hope you all have a nice week ahead! :) Take care all and God bless y'all! :D One more thing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday KMPY - Kimberly Mak... P. Y.!! May God bless you abundantly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KMPY sounds like kimpy. Not kempy not skimpy but kimpy! Maybe that's a good nickname for ya. xD She doesn't like me calling her by her chinese name. So her chinese name wouldn't be revealed unless she reveals it herself. Hahah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've never regret knowing you. :) Hehe. *counting the years we've been friends.....* O.O OMGOODNESS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been 9 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost a decade! Goodness gracious. I definitely thank God for good friend like this. :) I know this acronym's lame but.. I just have to type it out.. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You bet it's true! :) Have a great day girl! :D You're now legal to get a driving license and hit the road. But... just be very very very very careful yeah. Hahahah. Goodness. Can't believe it that I will also be able to drive a car very soon. O.O Unbelievable. Like totally. Haha. Alrighty, that's all for now. Toodles! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6706234098173671071?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6706234098173671071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6706234098173671071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6706234098173671071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6706234098173671071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-fire-everywhere.html' title='There&apos;s Fire Everywhere.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/S0hZ-c747GI/AAAAAAAADvY/0WReerAXmfQ/s72-c/21571_404360815240_668775240_10277855_322330_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-3620808616882194446</id><published>2010-01-03T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:25:35.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Image.</title><content type='html'>Whaddya think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That header of mine wasn't taken anywhere from the internet or whatsoever. - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note to rf. &lt;/span&gt;I took it in K.Selangor quite sometime ago, and that is God's beautiful and wonderful creation. ;) Awesome ain't it? :D Thought of giving my blog a brand new look. But I still miss it being pink though. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, sometimes we gotta &lt;em&gt;let go &lt;/em&gt;of something somehow, even if we don't want or feel like to. You agree with me? Okay, I ain't really blogging about how I miss my blog to be pink. Haha. It would just seem weird, cuz turning a blog from purplish blue to pink is easy peasy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just some problem occuring towards some people around me. I would advice the person to let go and stop wasting time before it is too late. It isn't easy but somehow when we know something is wrong, we can't just go forcing our way through. Somehow somewhere, the problem will just occur again and we will all be upset about it all over again. Sorry I couldn't advice in person, cuz somehow, I just lack of self-confidence in advising and would just go tongue-tied, not knowing what to say and do. By the way, I loathe feeling that way. Like really really loathe it to the max. Sometimes I just feel like whacking myself up cuz why can't I be just a lil more confident in what I say and do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Maybe it takes time to do all these, but I sure do hope I will be a &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; a lot more confident in future. And to the one you think I'm talking about you in this post, I'll pray for you that you will find a way to solve the problem you're facing now. I hope you'll also seek and wait for God's answer to open your eyes and mind to face the problem with no fear and regrets. :) I'm sure you will overcome it with wisdom and power from God. Cuz Ps. Henry said we've got the power to empower completely! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all I can say for now. So much for sleeping early. Haha. Trying to train myself to sleep early these few days. But just look at the time now. O.O Right, toods! (Which means toodles in short. Made that myself. Hahaha. Just like boomz and shings by Ris L. HAHAHAHA. Do you have one made up word of yourself? What's your made up word? It'll be interesting to know. Click comment a.k.a cotton candy down here. Comments are much appreciated.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-3620808616882194446?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3620808616882194446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=3620808616882194446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3620808616882194446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3620808616882194446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-image.html' title='New Year, New Image.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-6834018026392109273</id><published>2009-12-31T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:29:57.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year Is Coming To An End.</title><content type='html'>Wow! Time please go slower.. Omgoodness. I just can't believe it I'm gonna be 17 next year! Like what?! And another 3 years I won't be a teenager anymore.. Goodness! Someone please slow down the world...! Just a few days ago, my dad was cleaning the toys my sisters and I played when we were still cute lil girls.. ALL the memories came back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss being a kid. :( I miss sleeping over at my cousins' place. Hahaha. The times when I got to play The Sims in Sue Vern's house. The times when I played barbie dolls with her. The times I slept over at Mark's. The times we all love going Genting in big group of families and sitting on all the rides. While some rides we couldn't go for because of our height.. and I know we definitely wouldn't forget how we made Mark reach 'the height'. LOL. I miss old times. I miss being a kid. :( I don't wanna grow up so fast! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just gotta accept the fact that I'm growing old. Sigh.. Haha. Oh well, I bet 2010 is gonna be a tough year. Just gotta go through with the help of God and trust in Him always and I'm sure it'll all be fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, and I'm only blogging about how my Christmas was this year, now.. I've got others to blog about also but.. Hahaha. We shall wait for the time when I'm free again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Christmas, I got to go caroling with my church's youth group twice. :D Caroling around houses is fun! You get to spread the gospel at the same time while caroling. :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420934743689915058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsHbZQ16rI/AAAAAAAADrY/ysUBIDs5R8I/s400/DSCF1698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking hot in red. HAHAHAHA. Joking. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420934753454580786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsHb9o65DI/AAAAAAAADrg/lzkHs_vTzWs/s400/DSCF1715.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;This little girl is sooo cute and chubby! Doesn't she just give you the feeling of wanting to squeeze her? HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is on the Christmas night itself. Normally my family and I would spend the Christmas night with our relatives. But this year was something different, we spent our Christmas night at one of my churchmember's house. I do miss spending Christmas night with my relatives though, but I guess we'll have more chances of doing so the next time. ;) Just that most of my cousins will be flying to other countries for studies.. :( Then the people in the house will just get lesser and lesser every year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's make this post a lil bit brighter. Hahah. Remember I said kids nowadays are just so different from the way kids were the last time like how I used to be? The innocent and angelic me.. and you if you are older or the same age as me. Cuz kids younger than me can do stuffs beyond imagination. LOL. Good or bad, it depends. HAHA. They just amaze you every single second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ97LIBfI/AAAAAAAADsg/ChQ4f-GKQ94/s1600-h/PC253339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420937535931549170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ97LIBfI/AAAAAAAADsg/ChQ4f-GKQ94/s400/PC253339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at this. HAHAHA. Normally kids would just go PEACE! or just say CHEEESE! But look at them now. So good in posing you don't even have to teach them. :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ9erhLPI/AAAAAAAADsY/YycA1Q1hDYI/s1600-h/PC253317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420937528282787058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ9erhLPI/AAAAAAAADsY/YycA1Q1hDYI/s400/PC253317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kid's cute too! I bet you know who is he impersonating. LOL! Lemme give you an obvious hint. The kid thinks &lt;strong&gt;moon walking&lt;/strong&gt; is walking backwards. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ88MW5xI/AAAAAAAADsQ/4-jbcocCliM/s1600-h/PC253325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420937519025284882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ88MW5xI/AAAAAAAADsQ/4-jbcocCliM/s400/PC253325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha. Cheeky boy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ8VNiuUI/AAAAAAAADsI/rg_fBss1S6c/s1600-h/PC253311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420937508561271106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ8VNiuUI/AAAAAAAADsI/rg_fBss1S6c/s400/PC253311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ7wiSztI/AAAAAAAADsA/_2yZQJzj0w4/s1600-h/PC253306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420937498716196562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsJ7wiSztI/AAAAAAAADsA/_2yZQJzj0w4/s400/PC253306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now these few pictures you're about to see is also what I miss doing. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. But we did a mini one instead of the real thing. Cuz we were dealing with minis. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420934762976432818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsHchHG0rI/AAAAAAAADrw/HhkwGkfAVxA/s400/19573_1160860756276_1670521542_373692_1289147_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420934754093337170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsHcABNilI/AAAAAAAADro/Z4HI3v2A6hg/s400/19573_1160860716275_1670521542_373691_4743644_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wasn't a base the last time, I was a flyer. Lol. Not a very very really successful one but I miss being one. :'( *Calling all Hollaback members.. Can we reunite? HAHA.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420934771113974914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsHc_bP3II/AAAAAAAADr4/gKiFlnaOsUU/s400/19573_1160860836278_1670521542_373694_6546676_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Last picture of the year. :) Be back for more the next year! Which is like tomorrow? HAHAHA. Take care and toodles! God bless y'all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bye bye 2009.. HELLO 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6834018026392109273?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6834018026392109273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6834018026392109273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6834018026392109273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6834018026392109273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-is-coming-to-end.html' title='The Year Is Coming To An End.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SzsHbZQ16rI/AAAAAAAADrY/ysUBIDs5R8I/s72-c/DSCF1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-5322045251666026462</id><published>2009-12-25T13:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:00:26.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Isn't Christmas Till It Happens In Your Heart.</title><content type='html'>Sup people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's carry on with VBS, shall we? :D I know it's kinda draggy but anyway... On the third day of VBS, which was also the last day of VBS... :'( Sad much. We went to Petrosains for the outing with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c2VyekbI/AAAAAAAADiU/K9j21706ilM/s1600-h/PB253228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413217734498357682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c2VyekbI/AAAAAAAADiU/K9j21706ilM/s400/PB253228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Team Blue. Nice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c1zPpqKI/AAAAAAAADiM/zOvVvtGUHtc/s1600-h/PB253230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413217725225478306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c1zPpqKI/AAAAAAAADiM/zOvVvtGUHtc/s400/PB253230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c1CprK2I/AAAAAAAADiE/mx744ZlD728/s1600-h/PB253231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413217712181291874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c1CprK2I/AAAAAAAADiE/mx744ZlD728/s400/PB253231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c0iItleI/AAAAAAAADh8/BPjqe4-hA0U/s1600-h/PB253232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413217703453103586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c0iItleI/AAAAAAAADh8/BPjqe4-hA0U/s400/PB253232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a6oakVEI/AAAAAAAADh0/frrxmDcxvNY/s1600-h/PB253233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413215609194566722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a6oakVEI/AAAAAAAADh0/frrxmDcxvNY/s400/PB253233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a5_C1duI/AAAAAAAADhs/VlZzrQdCZV0/s1600-h/PB253237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413215598089172706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a5_C1duI/AAAAAAAADhs/VlZzrQdCZV0/s400/PB253237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;Goodness, God is just so creative in creating such cute kids! Hahaha. Don't you just feel like you want to squeeze them? Hahaha! No intentions of abusing them, they're just too adorable. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a5O1P4uI/AAAAAAAADhk/28QTBbGUWEE/s1600-h/PB253239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413215585147282146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a5O1P4uI/AAAAAAAADhk/28QTBbGUWEE/s400/PB253239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a4mDnNeI/AAAAAAAADhc/SCSLRT6S8sk/s1600-h/PB253244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413215574201677282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a4mDnNeI/AAAAAAAADhc/SCSLRT6S8sk/s400/PB253244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;Malaysia Boleh! Haha just one tower of the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petronas&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Twin&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Towers&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. :D Amazing, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a4XXMiMI/AAAAAAAADhU/oMd_ZA2JxHE/s1600-h/PB253245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413215570257283266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-a4XXMiMI/AAAAAAAADhU/oMd_ZA2JxHE/s400/PB253245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;Now this is also just as amazing. KL Tower. Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aFG-M0ZI/AAAAAAAADhM/pz_qjOkz5bY/s1600-h/PB253247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413214689684148626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aFG-M0ZI/AAAAAAAADhM/pz_qjOkz5bY/s400/PB253247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;Lining up at the entrance to get in a dark ride (a ride through the darkness with LCD screens to show you all about Malaysia and stuffs) and start learning all about Science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aEc3IKKI/AAAAAAAADg8/-XwgEqVGGq0/s1600-h/PB253257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413214678380193954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aEc3IKKI/AAAAAAAADg8/-XwgEqVGGq0/s400/PB253257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL. Cute boy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aDy4o50I/AAAAAAAADg0/kjOVutaJaIc/s1600-h/PB253258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413214667112245058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aDy4o50I/AAAAAAAADg0/kjOVutaJaIc/s400/PB253258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aDChOUkI/AAAAAAAADgs/KHz4RXW8U3U/s1600-h/PB253259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413214654129132098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-aDChOUkI/AAAAAAAADgs/KHz4RXW8U3U/s400/PB253259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-Y6Egf1mI/AAAAAAAADgc/WOtkbqgKEhk/s1600-h/PB253261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413213400532506210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-Y6Egf1mI/AAAAAAAADgc/WOtkbqgKEhk/s400/PB253261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's playing with your eyes!! You can't actually touch it, it's just an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413213392189411202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-Y5lbWT4I/AAAAAAAADgU/HVNJA66bZ1Y/s400/PB253262.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The kids couldn't give up catching that lil racecar. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-Y5F2tGYI/AAAAAAAADgM/s1UU5HsTO0g/s1600-h/PB253264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413213383714216322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-Y5F2tGYI/AAAAAAAADgM/s1UU5HsTO0g/s400/PB253264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-Y4slNFxI/AAAAAAAADgE/3dOq2FM3Zss/s1600-h/PB253266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413213376929928978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-Y4slNFxI/AAAAAAAADgE/3dOq2FM3Zss/s400/PB253266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413212344691729202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X8nMcIzI/AAAAAAAADf8/H4AuqaP1cyQ/s400/PB253268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oooo. Time tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X8LsfipI/AAAAAAAADf0/1g7os13Eavo/s1600-h/PB253269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413212337309977234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X8LsfipI/AAAAAAAADf0/1g7os13Eavo/s400/PB253269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;If this is antique.. I guess the one I'm using can also be considered antique. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X7oQWZvI/AAAAAAAADfs/RUDgHAMqpSU/s1600-h/PB253270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413212327796696818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X7oQWZvI/AAAAAAAADfs/RUDgHAMqpSU/s400/PB253270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X7TaOvNI/AAAAAAAADfk/MoHzlJYA-IQ/s1600-h/PB253271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413212322200992978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X7TaOvNI/AAAAAAAADfk/MoHzlJYA-IQ/s400/PB253271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Take that kid away!!!!! LOL. Just joking. But this kid was one of the naughty ones.. You'll faint once I tell you what this kid can do.. It's beyond imagination. Serious!!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X62Wc7EI/AAAAAAAADfc/NuLVFiYGpuU/s1600-h/PB253275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413212314400517186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-X62Wc7EI/AAAAAAAADfc/NuLVFiYGpuU/s400/PB253275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W_yop2VI/AAAAAAAADfU/Pit-NfasFXg/s1600-h/PB253276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413211299790838098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W_yop2VI/AAAAAAAADfU/Pit-NfasFXg/s400/PB253276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W_kWaXKI/AAAAAAAADfM/5MZqyKPNa-k/s1600-h/PB253277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413211295956229282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W_kWaXKI/AAAAAAAADfM/5MZqyKPNa-k/s400/PB253277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W-g8o2KI/AAAAAAAADfE/cf7Zg1LaYBw/s1600-h/PB253284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413211277862951074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W-g8o2KI/AAAAAAAADfE/cf7Zg1LaYBw/s400/PB253284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W-CqsSPI/AAAAAAAADe8/Wj-a_bFvOl8/s1600-h/PB253285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413211269734615282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W-CqsSPI/AAAAAAAADe8/Wj-a_bFvOl8/s400/PB253285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W95803RI/AAAAAAAADe0/ZIwsY6yK8Jk/s1600-h/PB253287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413211267394755858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-W95803RI/AAAAAAAADe0/ZIwsY6yK8Jk/s400/PB253287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a feeling of how you'll feel when you're in space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WNi2StHI/AAAAAAAADek/_tuZ4wAvM7c/s1600-h/PB253292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413210436559615090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WNi2StHI/AAAAAAAADek/_tuZ4wAvM7c/s400/PB253292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WNeA5P9I/AAAAAAAADec/bsx64bHyLgY/s1600-h/PB253293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413210435261906898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WNeA5P9I/AAAAAAAADec/bsx64bHyLgY/s400/PB253293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WMu0D7FI/AAAAAAAADeU/qGCjIBDQiwc/s1600-h/PB253294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413210422591614034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WMu0D7FI/AAAAAAAADeU/qGCjIBDQiwc/s400/PB253294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WMI8BO4I/AAAAAAAADeM/WXgDVldLZqE/s1600-h/PB253295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413210412424444802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-WMI8BO4I/AAAAAAAADeM/WXgDVldLZqE/s400/PB253295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids show your helicopter tickets!"&lt;/em&gt; *snap picture* LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QNBdTvlI/AAAAAAAADeE/259AhlZKcSk/s1600-h/PB253298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413203830526688850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QNBdTvlI/AAAAAAAADeE/259AhlZKcSk/s400/PB253298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The waiting area before we got into the 'helicopter'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QM36DQbI/AAAAAAAADd8/qWbUfYqzCyA/s1600-h/PB253300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413203827962888626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QM36DQbI/AAAAAAAADd8/qWbUfYqzCyA/s400/PB253300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest were still out there anxiously waiting for their turn. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QMIkfvII/AAAAAAAADd0/D99br3JiQJ4/s1600-h/PB253302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413203815256013954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QMIkfvII/AAAAAAAADd0/D99br3JiQJ4/s400/PB253302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QLns7j1I/AAAAAAAADds/a_SElS3xD6Q/s1600-h/PB253305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413203806433021778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QLns7j1I/AAAAAAAADds/a_SElS3xD6Q/s400/PB253305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the 'helicopter'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QLJuPFPI/AAAAAAAADdk/buDz3vKcR9Y/s1600-h/PB253307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413203798385431794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-QLJuPFPI/AAAAAAAADdk/buDz3vKcR9Y/s400/PB253307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PXLRacKI/AAAAAAAADdc/ep2mxbw8Hww/s1600-h/PB253311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413202905448214690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PXLRacKI/AAAAAAAADdc/ep2mxbw8Hww/s400/PB253311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was quite a huge place. Which was also a lot more work for the helpers, cuz kids can just go wander off just about anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PWyr4ZYI/AAAAAAAADdU/GeYWMFJHP8s/s1600-h/PB253320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413202898848343426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PWyr4ZYI/AAAAAAAADdU/GeYWMFJHP8s/s400/PB253320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This looks interesting huh! But it was the lamest thing ever. The winner will be determined when the counting goes down from 3 to 1, then whoever goes first from the starting point wins. Hahaha. Then the game ends. So you just havta use your leg to step on the accelerator and you don't have to steer the steering wheel, and the next second, you'll know who's the winner. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PWQ1CrcI/AAAAAAAADdM/3dOCJVhfVYc/s1600-h/PB253323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413202889759960514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PWQ1CrcI/AAAAAAAADdM/3dOCJVhfVYc/s400/PB253323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mind ball game. Basically what you need to do is... just think of... absolutely nothing. -.- Then the little ball will move towards your opponent and when it reaches the end, you win! Wanted to try but had to handle kids. So.. :( &lt;em&gt;Didn't lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PV7MeFhI/AAAAAAAADdE/QhQnPGB4QYM/s1600-h/PB253325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413202883952645650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PV7MeFhI/AAAAAAAADdE/QhQnPGB4QYM/s400/PB253325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lame game once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PVTozeUI/AAAAAAAADc8/pAcmF2aqA9Q/s1600-h/PB253328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413202873334069570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-PVTozeUI/AAAAAAAADc8/pAcmF2aqA9Q/s400/PB253328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The slide I wanted to play! But someone looked at me and said, you can fit meh? =.= That changed my mind of wanting to play. So again in the end, didn't play lor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OYvfrunI/AAAAAAAADc0/Ha_YPX1tdu0/s1600-h/PB253329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413201832839985778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OYvfrunI/AAAAAAAADc0/Ha_YPX1tdu0/s400/PB253329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh boy, this little kid is soon going to be grown into a handsome and cute guy. So adorable! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OYHCTRBI/AAAAAAAADcs/IEOwNJJBSL4/s1600-h/PB253334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413201821979329554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OYHCTRBI/AAAAAAAADcs/IEOwNJJBSL4/s400/PB253334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. They had a few photo machines and printers to print out our pictures. My friend, Janice and I had nothing to do cuz most of the kids were watching some 3D movie, so we decided to make use of what they have prepared for us. xD &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413200344387181890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NCGk4XUI/AAAAAAAADbs/OvaY5kO_3qI/s400/VBS+09+Day+3+(296).jpg" /&gt;And tadaaa! One postcard for each of us. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OXmnz4iI/AAAAAAAADck/a0BxowiUPo4/s1600-h/PB263335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413201813278286370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OXmnz4iI/AAAAAAAADck/a0BxowiUPo4/s400/PB263335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This girl in the middle is sooooooooooooooooooooooo adorable! I really felt like squeezing her when I saw her. Hahaha. Cuz she's just sooooooooooooooo cute and chubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OXLbBxUI/AAAAAAAADcc/KaKMhlyeta8/s1600-h/PB263336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413201805976913218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OXLbBxUI/AAAAAAAADcc/KaKMhlyeta8/s400/PB263336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just look at this picture! Cute much?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OWtv2pRI/AAAAAAAADcU/f5NkwaYU2pQ/s1600-h/PB263338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413201798011200786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-OWtv2pRI/AAAAAAAADcU/f5NkwaYU2pQ/s400/PB263338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NEIlYTjI/AAAAAAAADcM/YsB2vCIWzAc/s1600-h/PB263343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413200379285884466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NEIlYTjI/AAAAAAAADcM/YsB2vCIWzAc/s400/PB263343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was time to head home already.. Lining up to get into the dark ride.. Sounds creepy huh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NDk7BAXI/AAAAAAAADcE/UbzZjN-y9Eg/s1600-h/PB263344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413200369712955762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NDk7BAXI/AAAAAAAADcE/UbzZjN-y9Eg/s400/PB263344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The DARK ride.. Ooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NDIxoeYI/AAAAAAAADb8/vPTR-HREc-c/s1600-h/PB263350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413200362157406594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NDIxoeYI/AAAAAAAADb8/vPTR-HREc-c/s400/PB263350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bus ride home was full of kids talking and shouting. Lol. These kids were so interesting to talk to. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NCi99xsI/AAAAAAAADb0/fk81LusKdIU/s1600-h/PB263354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413200352008586946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-NCi99xsI/AAAAAAAADb0/fk81LusKdIU/s400/PB263354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kids nowadays are seriously beyond imagination. They can be so not how kids are suppose to be and they can shock you out of your life. Seriously. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you seen a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 year old kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saying, "You're so sexy!" , "I want to kiss you!" , "I want to marry (name)!". I know your face has somehow turned into like this -&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA! That really happened you know. No kidding. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like playing with kids. xD No LeeMJ, I'm &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;a pedophile! So stop calling me that. Hahaha! Kids love me (not all.. but most of them. HAHA.), I love kids! :D That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day wouldn't exist if it wasn't for Jesus who came to earth. He was the one who made this day happen! CHRISTmas is all about Jesus Christ and not about Santa or snowman or reindeer but just JESUS. :) He came down to earth just to save us all sinners! So be thankful of this day and I hope you all will have a very Merry Christmas! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5322045251666026462?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5322045251666026462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5322045251666026462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5322045251666026462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5322045251666026462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-innocent-children-makes-me-happy.html' title='Christmas Isn&apos;t Christmas Till It Happens In Your Heart.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-c2VyekbI/AAAAAAAADiU/K9j21706ilM/s72-c/PB253228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-283073265646813486</id><published>2009-12-17T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:26:28.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From A Camp And Now Stronger In The Lord.</title><content type='html'>*edited at the bottom of this post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. I just got back from a 4 days 3 nights GY Youth Camp just 2 days ago. We had it at MBS Rawang, not quite far from here, it was just about less than an hour of journey. So it wasn't a really horrible journey going there and coming back. Thank God for a safe journey to and fro. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel that this year's Youth Camp was much better than last year's. :) Everything went on smoothly and it wasn't all rushing here and there. Well maybe one of the reason I find it better this year is because I got chosen to be one of the assistant group leader. Haha. At least it was something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what's my group's name? Haha. We were all suppose to have acronyms for our groups. So I asked around my friends for some acronyms and we had many. It was quite hard to make the decision to pick one out of the many we had. So at last, my group leader, Joshua Lim (you were an awesome leader too. ;D ), and I agreed on a name which my friend, Jia Wern had suggested. The name was T.W.O - &lt;em&gt;Together We're One.&lt;/em&gt; Nice one JW. :D Thanks again for the name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will blog more about youth camp soon when I get the pics from my church members. :D *I know I said that last year, haha and didn't do much about it in the end. LOL. But I'll try this time. :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh shucks. I'm feeling really sick right now. A lil dizzy also.. Maybe it's because of the lack of sleep I had during camp. Haha. It was CRAZZZZYYYYYYY! I've never tried sleeping at 4 plus and waking up at 7 plus! Well, that was one exceptional night cuz it was the last night of camp and was definitely a night to remember. Lol! Maybe I should get more sleep now. Plus, it's raining at the mo, so it's kinda like giving me the feeling of &lt;em&gt;come oh lil Sarah, come and sleep now&lt;/em&gt;. O.O It's hypnotizing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Alright, ahh yes, one more thing. I went out with the girls, An Jie and Debbie yesterday to celebrate An Jie's sweet sixteen! :D Hope she had fun! :D Oh well, Happy Belated 16th Birthday to An Jie and Happy 16th birthday to Phei Wen and Jack! :) The December babies. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, will be away again as my family and I have got a wedding to attend. It's quite a busy year for me this year eh, but I'm enjoying every single bit of it. Haha. Cuz I know I'll only be 16 once! So live life to the fullest but as long as we do not sin. :P There, a lesson of the day just for you to learn. ;) Okay, the temptation of sleeping now is so strong, I just cannot resist. Here I come, my prince charming! LOL. I really need to sleep now huh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles noodles poodles! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna thank the person (one of the camp committees I guess, it's good if you read this, but if you don't, may God bless you. :P ) who took my bottle from the lobby's table and left it in the conference room C cuz that person might have thought that someone has lost their bottle. Haha. I knew where I left my bottle but later when I went back to get it, it was gone! You did give me a heart attack as I was really worried for my bottle. Yes it has quite a big sentimental value. :) Haha. But still, thank you so muchie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-283073265646813486?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/283073265646813486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=283073265646813486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/283073265646813486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/283073265646813486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-almost-life-changing.html' title='Back From A Camp And Now Stronger In The Lord.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-1923958930535054469</id><published>2009-12-11T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:42:53.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>2nd Day Of Little Kids.</title><content type='html'>Hey ya! Another post of VBS.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures, less words. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls vs Boys again. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHEWi5DDWI/AAAAAAAADq4/0Ui5cpPDX5k/s1600-h/PB243123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413824118678293858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHEWi5DDWI/AAAAAAAADq4/0Ui5cpPDX5k/s400/PB243123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHEWfTXvuI/AAAAAAAADqw/c2E4YAHVOmo/s1600-h/PB243124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413824117714960098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHEWfTXvuI/AAAAAAAADqw/c2E4YAHVOmo/s400/PB243124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHEV0mUNAI/AAAAAAAADqo/Qr0Htim65OU/s1600-h/PB243125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413824106251695106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHEV0mUNAI/AAAAAAAADqo/Qr0Htim65OU/s400/PB243125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easy, William.. Hahaha. Look at that guy in red, he look like he scored a goal or something. HAHAHAHA. Nah, the boys so happened scored a point in that particular game, so he was happy for them.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's just one score. No big deal buddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More games.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD3o8eTrI/AAAAAAAADqg/HTMwSbs7diU/s1600-h/PB243145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413823587727330994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD3o8eTrI/AAAAAAAADqg/HTMwSbs7diU/s400/PB243145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD3HDh_8I/AAAAAAAADqY/z4KgxA6QxZA/s1600-h/PB243147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413823578630127554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD3HDh_8I/AAAAAAAADqY/z4KgxA6QxZA/s400/PB243147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD2vRJLpI/AAAAAAAADqQ/OoV1nlFWztw/s1600-h/PB243162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413823572244770450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD2vRJLpI/AAAAAAAADqQ/OoV1nlFWztw/s400/PB243162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the boo-ing went on again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD2BNksqI/AAAAAAAADqI/slYWLLEajm4/s1600-h/PB243166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413823559881765538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD2BNksqI/AAAAAAAADqI/slYWLLEajm4/s400/PB243166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD1hcErxI/AAAAAAAADqA/tVjAbof8kk4/s1600-h/PB243170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413823551352647442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHD1hcErxI/AAAAAAAADqA/tVjAbof8kk4/s400/PB243170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCpJ-TQOI/AAAAAAAADp4/zeKcNsefkQM/s1600-h/PB243171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413822239383699682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCpJ-TQOI/AAAAAAAADp4/zeKcNsefkQM/s400/PB243171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCo8JXD9I/AAAAAAAADpw/27V-f_GzX2U/s1600-h/PB243174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413822235671990226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCo8JXD9I/AAAAAAAADpw/27V-f_GzX2U/s400/PB243174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This... is Samantha. Hahahah. Not Catherine. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCoRNYwCI/AAAAAAAADpo/CPV7kAiXo0g/s1600-h/PB243183+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413822224146153506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCoRNYwCI/AAAAAAAADpo/CPV7kAiXo0g/s400/PB243183+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one kid who loves coming with her friend to my sisters and I after church service every Sunday. HAHA. Cute girl right! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor Mike gave a short sermon after all the games. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCn7VIu3I/AAAAAAAADpg/V0tbL_IA31I/s1600-h/PB243184+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413822218273078130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCn7VIu3I/AAAAAAAADpg/V0tbL_IA31I/s400/PB243184+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCnOtPmqI/AAAAAAAADpY/cTB75jH06nY/s1600-h/PB243186+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413822206294596258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHCnOtPmqI/AAAAAAAADpY/cTB75jH06nY/s400/PB243186+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those three kids were from my group! Go team blue! Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was games again. Which means time for me to snap snap snap with the kids! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHByJ_3tlI/AAAAAAAADpQ/9CBJMYH8pXY/s1600-h/PB243189+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413821294497478226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHByJ_3tlI/AAAAAAAADpQ/9CBJMYH8pXY/s400/PB243189+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBxganNdI/AAAAAAAADpI/VnedOWVZg0w/s1600-h/PB243190+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413821283335353810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBxganNdI/AAAAAAAADpI/VnedOWVZg0w/s400/PB243190+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBxP9Bk2I/AAAAAAAADpA/16iEcGmc25E/s1600-h/PB243191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413821278916285282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBxP9Bk2I/AAAAAAAADpA/16iEcGmc25E/s400/PB243191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBwg2csEI/AAAAAAAADo4/JkB1ehRG3DY/s1600-h/PB243194+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413821266272235586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBwg2csEI/AAAAAAAADo4/JkB1ehRG3DY/s400/PB243194+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBwOz6btI/AAAAAAAADow/4xVBareM21k/s1600-h/PB243195+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413821261429763794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHBwOz6btI/AAAAAAAADow/4xVBareM21k/s400/PB243195+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWkqqSOEI/AAAAAAAADoo/-MWoF3opjes/s1600-h/PB243196+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413633046258792514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWkqqSOEI/AAAAAAAADoo/-MWoF3opjes/s400/PB243196+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we all split into groups and went to our stations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arts &amp;amp; Crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWkFUjMoI/AAAAAAAADog/mdHZVr0rnVw/s1600-h/PB253207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413633036235518594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWkFUjMoI/AAAAAAAADog/mdHZVr0rnVw/s400/PB253207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Test tube TREATS! :D Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWj5D6vSI/AAAAAAAADoY/idSbJDSoLyA/s1600-h/PB253212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413633032944532770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWj5D6vSI/AAAAAAAADoY/idSbJDSoLyA/s400/PB253212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWjawhGmI/AAAAAAAADoQ/ZcUcVHmINlM/s1600-h/PB253213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413633024810097250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWjawhGmI/AAAAAAAADoQ/ZcUcVHmINlM/s400/PB253213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWihJFa_I/AAAAAAAADoI/oIUSrgABCJM/s1600-h/PB253214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413633009343884274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEWihJFa_I/AAAAAAAADoI/oIUSrgABCJM/s400/PB253214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVg82zsrI/AAAAAAAADoA/rnWyr_c1dxM/s1600-h/PB253215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413631882912051890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVg82zsrI/AAAAAAAADoA/rnWyr_c1dxM/s400/PB253215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413631864064725154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVf2pQUKI/AAAAAAAADnw/P6fA1yflMKs/s400/PB253217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413830568494529266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyHKN-VEevI/AAAAAAAADrA/DigGyNrF4Ak/s400/VBS+09+Day+2+(375).jpg" /&gt;The kids had this. Plate + ice-cream + M&amp;amp;M + fruits. Looking so attractive and yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413631875136384066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVgf48bEI/AAAAAAAADn4/fUsijUn9tMA/s400/VBS+09+Day+2+(387).jpg" /&gt;And as for me.. I just had a cup + ice-cream + M&amp;amp;M - fruits. Sigh.. How I wish to be a kid again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two pictures.. are the people who don't mind getting hit by kids with balloons. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVfe80QEI/AAAAAAAADno/Z1EcxCrLZUI/s1600-h/PB253222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413631857704321090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVfe80QEI/AAAAAAAADno/Z1EcxCrLZUI/s400/PB253222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVe-lxdmI/AAAAAAAADng/Uotkqz3Hrwk/s1600-h/PB253224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413631849017734754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyEVe-lxdmI/AAAAAAAADng/Uotkqz3Hrwk/s400/PB253224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See all the moving balloons! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for now. Take care readers. God bless all of you! Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : How I wish I can go online at camp. 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Haven't been seeing me much ey? I've suddenly lost the sense of blogging, I don't know why. Well, FEAR NOT. Cuz Sarah the Amazing is trying her best to revive it back. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it's not that I've got nothing to blog about, I have loads of stuffs to blog, but I just don't have the mood to do so. So here is one, one post about cute little kids going for VBS for one reason.. That is for our one and only AWESOME God. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was quite excited when VBS finally came too. Hahaha. I know you thought it's only for kids. Maybe I'mma big kid. Hahah. No you don't put it that way.. I'm just young at heart I must say. :P Afterall, it was my first time handling kids, so it was in a way an eye-opener for me. :) So we were supposed to reach at 8:30A.M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413246047336521362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-2mXVH3pI/AAAAAAAADnE/IbypuLkJNQo/s400/PB233136.JPG" /&gt; There you go.. Kids still feeling sleepy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-2lltxngI/AAAAAAAADm8/1c83sKEvd5A/s1600-h/PB233137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413246034018147842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-2lltxngI/AAAAAAAADm8/1c83sKEvd5A/s400/PB233137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm.. Are kids like that nowadays? I thought they should be running all over, bringing the roof down or something? Guess they're just taking the time to warm themselves up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-2lOeSoiI/AAAAAAAADm0/eiWdqBjpJ0M/s1600-h/PB233143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413246027779187234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-2lOeSoiI/AAAAAAAADm0/eiWdqBjpJ0M/s400/PB233143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah there.. The kids finally are themselves now. Which means more work for the helpers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-0tVer_SI/AAAAAAAADms/P6z4Z485aQ0/s1600-h/PB233144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413243968075595042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-0tVer_SI/AAAAAAAADms/P6z4Z485aQ0/s400/PB233144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No one does best at allowing the kids going all over him but Samuel. Lol. These kids sure do like him a lot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-0swHEF_I/AAAAAAAADmk/iMiGA1E7lrc/s1600-h/PB233147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413243958044399602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-0swHEF_I/AAAAAAAADmk/iMiGA1E7lrc/s400/PB233147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was held in the church itself. Games, activities, food, everything was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413243953229935170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-0seLNMkI/AAAAAAAADmc/Tg5t0IzA0CU/s400/PB233150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413243942340775986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-0r1nB0DI/AAAAAAAADmU/e40pnbP4018/s400/PB233151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413243931893220898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-0rOsIxiI/AAAAAAAADmM/jrkCcUEXtVE/s400/PB233153.JPG" /&gt;The boys were up against the girls in all the competition games.. Lol. I guess you should know who has the most potential in sweeping the first the place all the time huh! Like duh, girls of course. Girl power! LOL! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413243016252673874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-z17qaz1I/AAAAAAAADmE/Zri1B9xBxhI/s400/PB233154.JPG" /&gt;Hahaha. This is what happens when boys are against girls. Cute huh? :D When the games were on going, the girls cheered, "Boy is the loser! Girl is the winner!" HAHAHAHA! I don't know who created that but it was just uber cute! And boys replied, "Girl is the loser! Boy is the winner!" HAHAHAHAHA. I almost fell on the floor bursting out in laughter and tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-z0ydZkmI/AAAAAAAADl8/95LUTAP5HxU/s1600-h/PB233165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413242996602278498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-z0ydZkmI/AAAAAAAADl8/95LUTAP5HxU/s400/PB233165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Altogether we had 78 kids at this year's VBS. Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had different stations for each group to go at the same time. As this year's VBS theme was Power Lab, everything basically had to do with Science and it then related to God and His creations. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-z0Wda9DI/AAAAAAAADl0/CkkyQTnBkfs/s1600-h/PB233170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413242989086176306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-z0Wda9DI/AAAAAAAADl0/CkkyQTnBkfs/s400/PB233170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413242982573351106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-zz-MpIMI/AAAAAAAADls/b4_Eb1OjU10/s400/PB233174.JPG" /&gt;Noticed all the chemicals? Haha. It looked really familiar cuz I've been facing the chemicals in during Chemistry class for this whole year. Studies still come haunting me down even during holidays huh. Like wow. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-zzEkPRkI/AAAAAAAADlk/juQ26tKmKfk/s1600-h/PB233179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413242967103063618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-zzEkPRkI/AAAAAAAADlk/juQ26tKmKfk/s400/PB233179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was also a short skit for the kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-yoo9eI5I/AAAAAAAADlc/qByfbrX2qw8/s1600-h/PB243185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413241688382382994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-yoo9eI5I/AAAAAAAADlc/qByfbrX2qw8/s400/PB243185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Arts &amp;amp; Crafts came. Woo hoo. Some of the girls actually asked me, "Jie jie, are we going to do arts &amp;amp; crafts?" or "Jie jie, when are we doing arts &amp;amp; crafts?" And I will just go, "Yeah, we're going to do it later.. Come let's do this activity first." to distract them. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yeah.. That also reminded me of these two girls, they just kept complaining on how hungry they were in the morning.. Hahaha. And I would go, "Yeah, we'll be having lunch later. :)" Then they went, "What are we going to eat? I'm hungry! I didn't take my breakfast you know!!" I really didn't know what we were gonna eat, so I just said, "We'll see later okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for arts &amp;amp; crafts for making these kids not think about being hungry. You won't be hungry when you're having fun! That's what I think. Haha. They were so engrossed in making their hairbands, I finally got to catch a breath. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-yoOQ29BI/AAAAAAAADlU/MNForM1zDNI/s1600-h/PB243196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413241681215943698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-yoOQ29BI/AAAAAAAADlU/MNForM1zDNI/s400/PB243196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413241669184918978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ynhccFcI/AAAAAAAADlM/PnHOjUJ489I/s400/PB243197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413241663701482898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ynNBFfZI/AAAAAAAADlE/IR078C6DsX8/s400/PB243199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413241652935118258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ymk6LzbI/AAAAAAAADk8/sFDFlH5a5wY/s400/PB243200.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xON3gJgI/AAAAAAAADk0/YVAXBh5nSqc/s1600-h/PB243202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413240134921364994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xON3gJgI/AAAAAAAADk0/YVAXBh5nSqc/s400/PB243202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xNvCU6nI/AAAAAAAADks/SF2MR4RZn-o/s1600-h/PB243203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413240126645267058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xNvCU6nI/AAAAAAAADks/SF2MR4RZn-o/s400/PB243203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xM4aKIeI/AAAAAAAADkk/nfkgj2_CT9E/s1600-h/PB243206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413240111981273570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xM4aKIeI/AAAAAAAADkk/nfkgj2_CT9E/s400/PB243206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xMRLjSyI/AAAAAAAADkc/RjUBRBWwICw/s1600-h/PB243209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413240101451025186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xMRLjSyI/AAAAAAAADkc/RjUBRBWwICw/s400/PB243209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big brother for the kids in my group. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xL-9dBRI/AAAAAAAADkU/IG8s4CWC3Tc/s1600-h/PB243211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413240096560055570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-xL-9dBRI/AAAAAAAADkU/IG8s4CWC3Tc/s400/PB243211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh you don't wanna know what this boy can say or do.. =.=" God bless this kid. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wSZgtwJI/AAAAAAAADkM/WoXNWGRg16U/s1600-h/PB243213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413239107254861970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wSZgtwJI/AAAAAAAADkM/WoXNWGRg16U/s400/PB243213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only kid who smiles willingly for me when I offer to take a picture of him. Hahaha. Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute girls! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wRTc59bI/AAAAAAAADj8/5QmKU4l3GFc/s1600-h/PB243217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413239088448402866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wRTc59bI/AAAAAAAADj8/5QmKU4l3GFc/s400/PB243217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wQ-cTjAI/AAAAAAAADj0/lEFiMR9apJ8/s1600-h/PB243219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413239082808740866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wQ-cTjAI/AAAAAAAADj0/lEFiMR9apJ8/s400/PB243219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413450592340693602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SyBwoc2YUmI/AAAAAAAADnM/QwJwlyug6ek/s400/PB243214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wQRF-7pI/AAAAAAAADjs/4Rdm5WaZQ_Y/s1600-h/PB243220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413239070635519634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-wQRF-7pI/AAAAAAAADjs/4Rdm5WaZQ_Y/s400/PB243220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This boy is just so adorable! He just makes you want to squeeze him. :P &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vlGR8DTI/AAAAAAAADjk/4kNfHq9Bb7s/s1600-h/PB243222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413238328998497586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vlGR8DTI/AAAAAAAADjk/4kNfHq9Bb7s/s400/PB243222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also had cinema science. A short video for the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next they had test tube treats = snacks! :D But just before we proceed to the yummy snacks, Aunt Esther explained a little to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413238306328413250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vjx0-BEI/AAAAAAAADjU/WoNiK8cvZKo/s400/PB243228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vkoUTmkI/AAAAAAAADjc/yFF54R7L0JQ/s1600-h/PB243225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413238320955365954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vkoUTmkI/AAAAAAAADjc/yFF54R7L0JQ/s400/PB243225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only after that, the kids had their snack time. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vjReH8CI/AAAAAAAADjM/yTUgcERrj_8/s1600-h/PB243235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413238297642659874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vjReH8CI/AAAAAAAADjM/yTUgcERrj_8/s400/PB243235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Angeline explaining on how to prepare their little snacks. Hahaha. See their almost gonna drool faces.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vi-hJbPI/AAAAAAAADjE/Exdc_KZ7XWQ/s1600-h/PB243243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413238292555066610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-vi-hJbPI/AAAAAAAADjE/Exdc_KZ7XWQ/s400/PB243243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413237245445052882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-umBuqmdI/AAAAAAAADi8/rMviyv1PRRs/s400/PB243244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413237236777775330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ulhcOcOI/AAAAAAAADi0/zqH1zihDlRE/s400/PB243248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413237229056531858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ulErVnZI/AAAAAAAADis/EGlGhGLGRyQ/s400/PB243250.JPG" /&gt;After having their snacks and all, we went for the last praise and worship session. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ukvvG7II/AAAAAAAADik/LPg1MvrHGiU/s1600-h/PB243252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413237223435201666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ukvvG7II/AAAAAAAADik/LPg1MvrHGiU/s400/PB243252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ukKuu89I/AAAAAAAADic/oLsMkkvSr6E/s1600-h/PB243253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413237213501518802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-ukKuu89I/AAAAAAAADic/oLsMkkvSr6E/s400/PB243253.JPG" /&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;Hahahaha. Don't worry, they're siblings! Hahahaha. They were just tired after all the jumping and singing. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all for now. :) Ahh, my church's youth camp is coming up. But I'm not quite hyped up for it yet.. Lol. Oh well, till then! God bless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6999307518632650912?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6999307518632650912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6999307518632650912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6999307518632650912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6999307518632650912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-innocent-children-make-me-happy.html' title='Little Innocent Children Make Me Happy.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sx-2mXVH3pI/AAAAAAAADnE/IbypuLkJNQo/s72-c/PB233136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-4964354561066933137</id><published>2009-11-24T08:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:45:02.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>I'm B.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Lol! Wonder what does that stands for? &lt;strong&gt;Back In Action.&lt;/strong&gt; Like duh! Hahaha. I made that up. :P Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy readers? :D Wondering where I was all the while? Yeah, internet was down for a whole week! So I couldn't update about how school life has been treating me, only till now.. When the internet is finally back. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaaaaallelujah haaaaaaallelujah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've got good news. Wanna read? Good news is... School is finally OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! No more need of going to dirty toilets and when you gotta go pee pee and poo poo and no more oily canteen food. *disgusted* Actually seeing teachers around is not that bad.. Lol. How weird that sounds huh. But it's kinda true. Some teachers can be really nice... &lt;em&gt;at times&lt;/em&gt;. :) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I've been watching this really nice TVB drama called Beyond the Realm of Conscience. Very nice and addictive show. xD It just makes you want to watch the episode after one another. Hahaha. So addictive that my dad complained about me watching too much of it. I told my dad to give me a break and guess what my dad said? "&lt;em&gt;I'll break your leg&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt; Guess you know where my lame genes came from huh? Haha. It has been quite some time since I last watched TVB drama series. :D So here comes me with the drama fever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched 2012 with family last Saturday. :) It was not bad. The cinema was full with people till my family and I had to split our seatings, and it's also surprising cuz it's still full after such a long time since the movie was first premiered. My friend once said, if this 2012 really do happen in future, we can't do anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mum and mum said, that's why we have to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stronger in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;, don't just let it happen and do nothing. Do something about it, and leave the rest to God. :) Afterall, He knows what's best for us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my church conducted a Vacation Bible School (VBS) for kids 5-13 years old. It's my first time helping out in this type of event involving more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;75 KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping out in VBS as backup singer in the worship team and I'm also one of the crew assistant leader for this year's VBS. Handling kids is way beyond what I've expected. There are all kinds of kids - innocent, obedient, rude, ignorant. You name it, they are it. Hahaha. I didn't expect myself to be so patient with those rude ones either.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for giving me the patience. LOL. But it was nice to see kids listening and obeying me. :) When they are nice to me, I would instantly go awwwwww. LOL. It's like they can easily make my day or make me go insane. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seriously I've never seen such kids behaving so differently before, considering that I am the youngest in my family. Never really knew how is it like taking care of little kids. Hahaha. Now I know.. Now I know.. But I bet I didn't cause much problems to my family when I was young huh. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*expects sisters to not say anything about what I've just typed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. And one thing bad about having 19 kids in a group is... I had problems memorising their names at the start of the day. =.= There's this girl called Samantha, she likes coming to me for don't know what reason. Hahah. Then at a point when she was &lt;em&gt;manja-ing&lt;/em&gt; me, I called her as Catherine. I totally didn't notice I called the wrong name till she told me. "&lt;em&gt;I'm not Catherine lah."&lt;/em&gt; Then immediately I melted to the ground, felt so embarrassed. HAHAHAHA. I realized she's Samantha and NOT Catherine. They are two totally different names, I know. But I just don't know why I got mixed up between both names. HAHAHAHA! Forgive me for I am getting older day by day. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is only the first day of VBS, there're still 2 more days. :) Haha. Let's hope for the best shall we? :) Hehe. Alright, I better get some rest now. Need the energy so that I wouldn't faint so easily when any of the kids do something really unexpected. Haha. Till then readers! Take care. God bless y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-4964354561066933137?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4964354561066933137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4964354561066933137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4964354561066933137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4964354561066933137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-bia.html' title='I&apos;m B.I.A.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-5603677790249062846</id><published>2009-11-06T19:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:47:57.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm On Top Of The World.</title><content type='html'>:) Isn't it nice to be greeted with just a little smile? :) Hehehe. Just imagine a smile can actually make someone's day from gloomy to happy within split seconds. Haha. Well, I don't know whether you agree with me, but I just love to see people smiling! :D So whenever you catch my eye, make sure you do a happy smile! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But not like some maniac type of pervert smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Even if I don't smile at you first. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really contented today! :) Hehe. I suddenly appreciate a lot more of the presence of having friends around. One reason is because today my school's Christian Fellowship (CF) had a movie day in one of the CF's member's house, Mr.Phang. *thanks for offering your house! :)* Watched Fireproof - a Christian movie. Sadly, a few of us missed the ending of the movie cuz we had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was still fun though, it goes to show that it doesn't mean that CF must always be in school - had lotsa problems on screening the movie in school, but we still made it happen elsewhere. :) I'm happy for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason I'm sooooo contented about is that I finally get to play badminton after almost a month of not playing, cuz of exams (pffft.), with soooooooo many friends! :D It feels good to sweat it all out, lol! And the fact that we had so many friends to play together, makes me happy! :) Hehehe. Cuz during other times, some wouldn't be able to make it because of tuitions or other places to go to. So yeah, that's why I'm happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, words can't really 100% tell out how I feel today. :D I'm just so happy that I feel like I'm on top of the world! LOL! Alright, mum's calling me for dinner. Gonna have carolling practice with my youth cell later. :) Will update more in this post later if possible. :D Toodles! God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a nice day too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Conclusion is, I appreciate each one of you as my friend. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Updated at 12:45 AM -7th Nov:&lt;br /&gt;Okay guess what? I don't feel that happy anymore after hearing a really shocking and devastating news about a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we are able to do now is to just give our full support and pray for him. May God bless him. I will definitely be P.U.S.H-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just in case you don't know what it means, it means...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P-Pray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U-Until &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S-Something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;H-Happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5603677790249062846?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5603677790249062846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5603677790249062846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5603677790249062846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5603677790249062846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-on-top-of-world.html' title='I&apos;m On Top Of The World.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-3317555920163278689</id><published>2009-11-02T15:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:45:45.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Seems So Colourful Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21.6pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;If your mama real pretty, you are pretty like your mama! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahaha. Just being random cuz I'm OVER AND DONE WITH FINALS! :D I've never had such a long period of exams before, it was a whole THREE weeks of agonizing hours of exams. Seriously. Tough. I'm not expecting much for my results as I didn't really put much effort like studying 2 months before the finals or something. It was tiring enough to do last minute revisions. And I could see everyone having panda eyes for the whole three weeks, including myself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;That was supposed to be posted last Friday but I couldn't find the time to finish it. So here I go. :D Do you miss me? I bet you do. Or else you wouldn't have even land yourself here. Hehehehe. *innocent eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm, you know what? After finishing my finals, I'm actually starting to enjoy the feeling of stoning and worrying about absolutely nothing. Hahahahah! I guess the 'lazy worm' found it's new home - in ME. xD Oh! I remember how my primary school teachers just love to use the word 'lazy worm' so much on my classmates and I. Good old days.. Good old days.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes, people can be so unexpected. Another random fact. Sometimes, people I think who are really humble, turns out to be some really mean people. :( Then I would get disapponted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, sometimes people who I thought that they are real meanies, arrogant, ignorant and whatever bad stuffs a person could be, would turn out to be really the opposite. Seriously, it's so ironic! The quote 'don't judge a book by it's cover' is SOOOO right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is being so weird today, don't you think? Okay, I wanna have my nap time, which I haven't been having for quite some time already. Hehe. Toodles. Will update more soon! God bless y'all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-3317555920163278689?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3317555920163278689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=3317555920163278689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3317555920163278689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3317555920163278689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-seems-colourful-now.html' title='Everything Seems So Colourful Now.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-6976292808944762545</id><published>2009-10-19T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:35:52.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>When Things Get Worse.</title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going through a really tough time and I don't think I can bear any much longer. &lt;s&gt;Just feel like ending myself before the world ends on me.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;But that would be silly.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a message to the person who always like to pick on me. I would get the blame whenever something doesn't go that person's way. Haven't you ever think about it, if you continue picking on me, you will never have me cooperating with you either. It will just go the same way as how you treat me. Think about it. Will you? I do wanna live peacefully too. I bet you do too, but will you please stop that attitude of being like &lt;em&gt;the-world-would-die-without-me&lt;/em&gt;? So stop doing what you've been doing to me and change yourself for the better. Not like I'm a perfect person, I'm trying to change too, very hard in fact. But I just don't think you've even taken the first step in changing yourself for the better. And it takes a long time, I know. I just hope you will be how I want you to be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, besides that, I've got to say that I really hate the feeling of living with both of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; in pain! Okay. That sentence doesn't refer to the person I'm talking to in the 3rd paragraph. I just got both of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; out of gravity yesterday. And it hurts like mad! @#$%^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the things which made my life so much harder to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, but I guess I would take about gazillion years to tell it all out here through blogging. So I guess it ends here. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6976292808944762545?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6976292808944762545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6976292808944762545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6976292808944762545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6976292808944762545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-things-get-worse.html' title='When Things Get Worse.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-8058528286868449908</id><published>2009-10-08T19:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:57:24.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Made In Japan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A Japanese man was in a hurry to go to the KLIA airport, so he took a Proton taxi. The taxi driver took his sweet time driving within the speed limit but the Jap was getting impatient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following is their conversation on the way to the airport .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Toyota Camry overtook the taxi.....zoom....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jap: Look ..look ..Toyota!! ...very fast!!! ....... made in Japan! Proton...no good.... made in Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driver: yah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few minutes a Nissan overtook the taxi....zoom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jap: look.... look.... Nissan!!!..... very good!! very fast! made in Japan! Proton.... no good.... made in Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driver: Yah....yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few minutes a Honda overtook the taxi...zooom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jap: look.... look... Honda!!.... very GOOD!!....very fast!!....made in Japan! Proton...no good...made in Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driver: yah...yah...yah....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the airport,the Jap is about to pay the taxi driver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jap: How much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driver: RM150/-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jap: Oh... very expensive....... you overcharge !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Driver: Noooo ..... look .... look .... Sony meter!!....very good!!.... very fast!.... Made in Japan! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Few pictures taken in school. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390202994291727506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Ss3ZEJYBXJI/AAAAAAAADZk/7GIRFC7b4wE/s400/PA043728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The results of studying too late in the wee hours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390205958747760050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Ss3bws1apbI/AAAAAAAADZs/u4D54w8Fkac/s400/PA043710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the angels sent down from heaven. :) Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8058528286868449908?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8058528286868449908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8058528286868449908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8058528286868449908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8058528286868449908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/made-in-japan.html' title='Made In Japan.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Ss3ZEJYBXJI/AAAAAAAADZk/7GIRFC7b4wE/s72-c/PA043728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-5095238890073724808</id><published>2009-10-04T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:13:27.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only I..</title><content type='html'>was richer, taller, thinner, better looking, more humble, more kind, happier, smarter, better in music or anything else you want to be good in. I guess everyone has something which they want in them to be better. Well, work for it people. Do whatever you can as long as you do not sin. ;) Don't worry, I'm working on my weaknesses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, my school had this Anugerah Cemerlang event (Prize Giving Ceremony). The students who did well in PMR and SPM were awarded with certificates and trophies. So did those who won in different sports competition. I thank God that I was able to get one. :) It's for my PMR results. If only I did not take Chinese, then... But it's okay, at least I don't suffer as much as like how the "bananas" (white in the inside but yellow on the outside) do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir had to perform to entertain the V.I.Ps as well as the parents, teachers and students. It was our last performance of the year though. Come to think of it, I kinda miss performing with the choir... But you know what? We did great and I'm very proud of the rest of the choirmembers! Kudos to us! :) Our 'choirmother' - Anthea, said that we received lots of good comments, so&lt;strong&gt; yay for us&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIxHnpm-I/AAAAAAAADZU/lveNjuMtyrs/s1600-h/PA023676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388707331589118946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIxHnpm-I/AAAAAAAADZU/lveNjuMtyrs/s400/PA023676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The choir costume for the day. Shiny shiny, sparkle sparkle! :D Everybody loved the sequins on our &lt;em&gt;selendang&lt;/em&gt;s. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIbIIeRrI/AAAAAAAADZM/wgHTx6zE6sw/s1600-h/PA023680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388706953769666226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIbIIeRrI/AAAAAAAADZM/wgHTx6zE6sw/s400/PA023680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to be a blue, but in my position while performing with the lovely choir, I was destined to be a green. (...) Anyway, noticed the batik skirt? All the batiks the choir girls wore were teachers'! You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; tell. RIGHT? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIatm2B6I/AAAAAAAADZE/NQcf0-vigzY/s1600-h/PA023685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388706946649294754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIatm2B6I/AAAAAAAADZE/NQcf0-vigzY/s400/PA023685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my 'daddy' and 'mummy'. :P We're one not-to-say-big family! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIaEV6Y8I/AAAAAAAADY8/FXo1jrAekmU/s1600-h/PA023686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388706935572423618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIaEV6Y8I/AAAAAAAADY8/FXo1jrAekmU/s400/PA023686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few seconds later, 'daddy' and 'mummy' made 'sisters' for me to play with. How fast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by comparing their skin colour, they are much fairer than my 'parents'! Wonder where were they taken from? HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Mummy' isn't looking very pleased huh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIZn4DA7I/AAAAAAAADY0/Rel0maS-mlk/s1600-h/PA023688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388706927930966962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIZn4DA7I/AAAAAAAADY0/Rel0maS-mlk/s400/PA023688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay for me! :) It's sad that I didn't look at the camera. But it's okay, can tell that it's me in the picture. So it's okay. It's okay.. It's okay!!!! Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as I was looking through the pictures, this picture made me smile... Cuz my headmistress is actually smiling! :D Not sure what was she smiling but I do hope she was smiling cuz of me. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how much you dislike her, you still want her to be happy for you right, SMK USJ13 students? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIZLKYymI/AAAAAAAADYs/js2gC9OPtSI/s1600-h/PA023690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388706920223263330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIZLKYymI/AAAAAAAADYs/js2gC9OPtSI/s400/PA023690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy! :) I wanna take this opportunity to thank my parents, my sisters, my friends, my churchmembers, my pastors and everyone. Thank my mummy for sending me to tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh snap! I forgot to take picture with my papa. I mean my real papa! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, THANK YOU papa for going to school and support me. Hehehe. I'm so touched.. Hahaha. xD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I... Love... YOU ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also attended my cousin's 21st birthday yesterday. :) Yesterday was also the busiest day I've ever had! Seriously. Was out for almost the whole entire day! So busy and tired can die. Haha. Okay, till then. Toodles. God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : If you face a problem, just try and solve it, or else you might live with it forever.&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/37292659-5095238890073724808?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5095238890073724808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5095238890073724808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5095238890073724808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5095238890073724808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-i.html' title='If Only I..'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsiIxHnpm-I/AAAAAAAADZU/lveNjuMtyrs/s72-c/PA023676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-2853026152595007568</id><published>2009-10-02T16:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:35:38.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>It Was A Merry Day. Only Until...</title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share with you something which happened to me not too long ago today. I had this petty thing going on with one person (let's call that person a he. General. Whether it's a he or a her, it doesn't matter anyway), I didn't know he still kept that in his heart after so long. Till he couldn't stand it and set his status on a site, on how I did something wrong to him. But he doesn't even benefit or lose anything on whatever I've done. Whether there's &lt;em&gt;that thing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(something that belongs to me, and of course I've got the liberty to do anything I want to it, but he doesn't think so.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;or not, it doesn't take his life away or make his life any richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHY BOTHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his status got a few feedbacks, and they had the same views with him about what happened which he didn't like. But it's okay, it's their views, I can't do anything... Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is, I may not be the perfect person in the world, but so what if it's already done? What are you going to do about it? &lt;strong&gt;Are you going to condemn me just for doing something which belongs to me but you think it doesn't, forever till the day I leave this earth?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let's take a chill pill and chill a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387946284813609906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsXUmXcza7I/AAAAAAAADYU/Vl-TiyQw5qc/s400/PA013674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*takes a breath* Ahh.. Now that's better.. So, do you have any idea what these blue crystals are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387946292898125298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsXUm1kTVfI/AAAAAAAADYc/BexMxEZdT8E/s400/PA013685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They're none other than Copper (II) Sulphate. Ha ha. Did an experiment in Chemistry, and these are the results my group got. A very accomplished experiment. Ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was random don't you think? Actually, these two pictures have got something to do with what happened to me today. You saw the pictures above right? Don't they look like hard solid blue crystals?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387950256923323026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsXYNktjqpI/AAAAAAAADYk/v4CYasFQyVo/s400/PA023676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But they aren't. They are actually very brittle. I showed my guy friends these blue crystals, as they were holding a piece of it, admiring it, and when they hand it back to me, one piece became two pieces. Cuz these blue crystals are really quite fragile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These all boils down to me. I am just like these blue crystals, I may look strong on the outside, but deep down inside me, I'm actually not that strong. I'm quite a sensitive person, I break down quite easily, only that I don't show it all out. &lt;strong&gt;I just don't throw my tantrum unnecessarily.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- Not applicable &lt;strong&gt;at home&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;- (Cuz my family doesn't think that way.)&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why, but I'm really sensitive to this issue my friend had caused which relates me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like I can't trust anyone, even some of my close friends, who I feel like they are quite hypocrites. I feel like I've been betrayed, though they're just such petty things and also the people who caused petty things to become something like the end of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I sat down, thinking what have I done, did I do anything which caused the earth to have earthquakes? Did I caused the earth to have tsunamis? What is wrong with me? Did I do anything wrong? Why couldn't you be the one in wrong for once? Why do you have to put the blame on me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took out my bible and I read through. I felt relieved right after reading them, I thank God for being with me when people are not with me. Thank God for giving me the comfort. Thank God for everything which had happened, maybe these petty issues would make me into a stronger person? Maybe it's part of life, teaching me that people will always try to mock me down, and facing it with a positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share with you some verses I've read from the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it is &lt;em&gt;II Timothy 4 :16-18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16 At my first defense no one stood with me, but all forsook me. May it not be charged against them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17 But the Lord stood with me and strengthened me, so that the message might be preached fully through me, and that all the Gentiles might hear. Also I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18 And the Lord will deliver me from every evil work and preserve me for His heavenly kingdom. To Him be glory forever and ever. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Next is &lt;em&gt;Psalms 41 : 9 - 13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9 Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 But You, O Lord, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11 By this I know that You are well please with me, because my enemy does not triumph over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 As for me, You uphold me in my integrity, and set me before Your face forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting! Amen and amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last one is &lt;em&gt;Matthew 5 : 44&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44 "But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to those who actually read it all the way from the top to the bottom and manage to read this sentence. Really thank you very much. Though you might have lots of question marks around you while reading, you reading till this part here proves that you care for me. I guess those who closed my blog after knowing that this post is so long, doesn't even care about me at all. They don't bother what is going on with me cuz sometimes I do not tell it out in person but tell it all out here. But it's okay if you don't care. I'm okay with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again, if you really read through every single word I've typed in this post. And not scrolling down so quickly, which made you barely know that I'm actually pouring out all my feelings, ignoring what I've typed. Thank you again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then. Toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-2853026152595007568?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2853026152595007568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=2853026152595007568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2853026152595007568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2853026152595007568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-merry-day-only-until.html' title='It Was A Merry Day. Only Until...'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SsXUmXcza7I/AAAAAAAADYU/Vl-TiyQw5qc/s72-c/PA013674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8502141670798008274</id><published>2009-09-25T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:09:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Break.</title><content type='html'>Just a few pictures of what I've been up to lately. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken on Aug 28th. Hahaha. Super long time ago when my friends and I played badminton. I bet we lost quite a bit of weight, cuz we really played hard. Lol. But anyway, if you two want the picture, here it is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385692243750674130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3Sj6JV3tI/AAAAAAAADXU/CvI2mn0-3DE/s400/P8283046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3SmK-PRyI/AAAAAAAADX0/ulvfEd9vWcc/s1600-h/P9253695.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And besides playing badminton, some went home, some went to Lay Teng's house and we played the good old playstation 2. Hahaha. And I beat them hands down in a game. &lt;em&gt;Oooh yeah!&lt;/em&gt; Very cute and challenging game. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I also went for a karaoke session with my churchmembers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3Slvo67fI/AAAAAAAADXs/urnkMc-KH4Q/s1600-h/P9223670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385692275290074610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3Slvo67fI/AAAAAAAADXs/urnkMc-KH4Q/s400/P9223670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3SlDcpzCI/AAAAAAAADXk/645URcoVUDs/s1600-h/P9223665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385692263427460130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3SlDcpzCI/AAAAAAAADXk/645URcoVUDs/s400/P9223665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of all the few times I've went for karaoke, I've never been into such a big karaoke room before! The room was so huge, it could fit 10x more people than we had that day. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3SkU2frII/AAAAAAAADXc/4wIialyz1YI/s1600-h/P9223662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385692250919382146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3SkU2frII/AAAAAAAADXc/4wIialyz1YI/s400/P9223662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, 3 hours of karaoke is just not enough for singers like us. Lol! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the trip to Cameron Highlands, I guess I'll blog more about it soon when I get more pictures from my lovely cousin, Sue Vern. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385698417829270770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3YLSYY1PI/AAAAAAAADX8/uht5AMM56yc/s400/10729_139778797694_569162694_2783367_2553603_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385698427502734930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3YL2auLlI/AAAAAAAADYE/cfiX0IHqoz4/s400/10729_139885572694_569162694_2784177_5580699_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the old times when all three families go out together to Genting or anywhere else. :'( Now, some cousins are in different parts of the world. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385698441481027954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3YMqfaAXI/AAAAAAAADYM/jXhlf3NO89A/s400/P9253695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And as for yesterday, Carmen, Isabella (both not in the picture), Stephanie, YuQing, An Jie and I went to Reuben's church for an event called VOICES. :) It was good, especially for the Non-Christians. I'm glad that YuQing went. ;) As for &lt;em&gt;others&lt;/em&gt;, it was really a mistake you didn't go..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, off to badminton I go with family. Toodles! God bless y'all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S : If you notice something bad, don't type it anywhere, just keep it to yourself. ;)&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/37292659-8502141670798008274?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8502141670798008274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8502141670798008274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8502141670798008274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8502141670798008274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-break.html' title='Take A Break.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sr3Sj6JV3tI/AAAAAAAADXU/CvI2mn0-3DE/s72-c/P8283046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-1150641305034799689</id><published>2009-09-21T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:21:31.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Home. Sweet. Home.</title><content type='html'>Yello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Cameron Highlands not too long ago.. Was a peaceful trip with my family and relatives. Thank God that my hectic life could be put on hold for a little while. :) But omgoodness. The massive jam was terrible. Sitting in the car for hours and hours kills! What more the dads who drove their family up and down (mine and my cousins')?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also thank God we had a safe journey through and fro. ;) As you know, it's Hari Raya, (Oh yeah Selamat Hari Raya to all!) , and there were a few accidents on the road. So it's good that we are all still in one piece now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I've been very lazy to update this lil babeh of mine... Life has been filled with so many surprises that I just couldn't catch up with it. Maybe it's part of a teenage girl's life? Hope so. Cuz I don't wanna be the only one going through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron was good, but not the hotel.. Talk about that later. :) But ahhh. There were strawberries everywhere! North, south, east, west. Everywhere you look, you'll see the red thing with seeds all around it and green leaves on it, seducing you to come and take a bite or take pictures or even just look at it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta run. It's now back to life, so. &lt;em&gt;Move it Sarah!&lt;/em&gt; Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I guess. It's better if I &lt;em&gt;let go.&lt;/em&gt;&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/37292659-1150641305034799689?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1150641305034799689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1150641305034799689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1150641305034799689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1150641305034799689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home. Sweet. Home.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-935315653514414917</id><published>2009-09-12T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:41:38.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Noticed my abence eversince Aug 29th? If you did, thank you for noticing. If not, ... I don't know what to say but I'm just so disappointed. *shakes head* Anyway, the reason was because my internet wasn't being obedient towards my family. Haha. Blur? Omgoodness. What I meant was that my internet was down. It was down for a whole two weeks! Suffering much? Anyway, forget about that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check this out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T22VEBznFVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T22VEBznFVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Black Eyed Peas is uber cool! I so wanna go for their concert and do that with the other fans here in Malaysia! If it's still on that is... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B.E.P is just so energetic, they just wanna make you go &lt;em&gt;boom boom pow&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha. Alrighty, finals are just around the corner.. I pray that I would be able to focus in my studies.. Praying very hard in fact, as you know.. the internet IS back!! How am I going to make that happen? BIG TEMPTATION. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just havta think of those who aren't as fortunate as me, as I can go online now. What in the world am I talking! Okay, time is precious. Ciaoo! ;) GOD BLESS YOU! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S : I'm trying very hard to forget about the past. But it keeps coming back to me. What am I to do?&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/37292659-935315653514414917?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/935315653514414917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=935315653514414917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/935315653514414917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/935315653514414917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I Gotta Feeling.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-5813842978631587162</id><published>2009-08-29T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:10:29.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Think Before You Speak. Will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes it's even better if you don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That one sentence could have made someone hurt so much, deep down to the core of her heart and might even kill herself? Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, thank you to that person for those &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt; words of yours. But you know what? As crazy as it might sound, sometimes, I do think that I shouldn't exist. Then I wouldn't have to face so much pain and hurt I get from people. ESPECIALLY YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then again, God put me here for a reason. Maybe you just don't know how to appreciate my presence. Anyway, it's up to you to think however you want about me. May God really bless you and also &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I hate the feeling I have for you for the past few years. I hope the feeling's will be soon long gone away so that I could live my life much easier.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;P/S : These 2 sentences has got nothing to do with this post. Just some random thoughts of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh and Happy Birthday to MJ wherever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5813842978631587162?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5813842978631587162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5813842978631587162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5813842978631587162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5813842978631587162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-before-you-speak-will-you.html' title='Think Before You Speak. Will you?'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-6141600298910909624</id><published>2009-08-24T12:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:29:39.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>My New Found Foreign Friend. :)</title><content type='html'>Bonjour! Comment allez-vous? Je vais bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school had a foreign exchange student about a month ago, and she's none other than.. Marielle. :D She's from Paris, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our first time having a foreign exchange student in our class, so it was really an eye opener to everyone. But there were a few foreign exchange students who came to our school before in the previous years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few days, we were all so excited. Everyone had the interest in learning French and kept asking her how to say this and that in French. I bet she got frustrated as moments went by. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373383522928334114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SpIX2D4UlSI/AAAAAAAADV0/QzKm8hF6_WE/s400/malaysia+sekolah+006.jpg" /&gt;There! Marielle and I. Lol. It's kinda cool having a totally foreign friend in school. It's like you are totally foreign towards her and her towards you, but when you communicate it's like you could get in touch with France and explore about France. At the same time, can save money on air ticket to France also. Hahaha. How lame. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373383534251495970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SpIX2uD-UiI/AAAAAAAADV8/HvMw6vhb8mA/s400/6329_1192651530652_1059324643_30585100_1932413_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373383551790997138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SpIX3vZt3pI/AAAAAAAADWM/49zx0gTsQM8/s400/6329_1192651850660_1059324643_30585108_2545950_n.jpg" /&gt;4 Bakti is kinda cool. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373383996765182418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SpIYRpD1GdI/AAAAAAAADWU/j1c-pw3qcoc/s400/6329_1192651970663_1059324643_30585111_2195399_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373383539736561922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SpIX3CftyQI/AAAAAAAADWE/42cIsFp2eKo/s400/6329_1192651730657_1059324643_30585105_7359733_n.jpg" /&gt;Hahaha. Such typical photo. :) See the different colours of our school shoes.. White, black and... brown? Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the all-time poser. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373384000632946866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SpIYR3d-gLI/AAAAAAAADWc/XmaacEiSLOg/s400/6329_1192652770683_1059324643_30585131_6055763_n.jpg" /&gt;Hahaha. It was raining at that time and he didn't want to close the windows, so he just hung I don't know who's umbrella there to block the rain. Hahah. How smart and at the same time, &lt;em&gt;siew chieh&lt;/em&gt;. :P This dude is practically every teacher who teaches us' favourite student to pick on. They just loooooove calling his name. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Marielle, hope you're already having fun here in Malaysia! :P Somehow, your name sounds very alike with my ex-maid's name, Kak Maria. Hahaha! :D Well, looking forward to know more about you. :) Take care yeah, and we are definitely more than willing to help you if you needed any help. ;) I'm also very glad that you announced on FB that you like CF and you will go again and again and again. It's very touching to hear that you like CF. :D I'm very sure it's God's works in you that you want to go back to CF. :) And... Je voudrais apprendre plus le français. :D Alright, Que Dieu vous bénisse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do some cleaning in my room and some thinking about something. Whether should I just forget all about it? Or should I just live with it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life's hard at times when it comes to making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*refers to the previous post's last sentence*&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/37292659-6141600298910909624?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6141600298910909624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6141600298910909624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6141600298910909624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6141600298910909624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-found-foreign-friend.html' title='My New Found Foreign Friend. :)'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SpIX2D4UlSI/AAAAAAAADV0/QzKm8hF6_WE/s72-c/malaysia+sekolah+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-8540445270285021592</id><published>2009-08-22T12:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:41:46.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab Your Water Balloons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahhh. Weather is just so good! :D It's so rare to rain on 12 in the afternoon ain't it? I just think so. And I LOVE this weather to bits! :) You sleepy pigs should be sleeping at this moment eh? Haha. Sleep all you want! To all M'sian students, Enjoy the holidays y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, now turn the spotlight back on me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to watch UP the PIXAR movie with sister and her friend. It's quite unusual that my sister would bring me out? So it's definitely entitled to be written in the history book of mine. Hahaha. Okay that was nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, UP was not bad. There're cute (the little boy -Russell!), touching, funny scenes all together! :D I guess it would be better if I had my nap time earlier so that I wouldn't have to yawn so many times throughout the movie. It wasn't boring, it was just me being sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some spoilers if you like spoilers. Lol. If not, skip this part. ;) One thing you'll definitely remember in this movie is the &lt;em&gt;talking dogs&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. Yeah, the dogs could talk! Because they have special collars around their necks. You'll love the voice of the leader (the dogs) when his wires in his collar goes hay wire. xD Lol! And the little boy - Russell, who's a Wilderness Explorer. When he meets the old Mr. Fredricksen for the first time. He knocks on Mr. Fredricksen's door, and Mr. Fredricksen opens the door, then Russell begins to introduce himself, reading from his book. "Good afternoon. My name is Russell. I'm a wilderness explorer........." Hahaha. And it kept going on repeatedly whenever Mr. Fredricksen close the door and when he opens the door then Russell begin to introduce himself again from the start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cute! So cute! :D Okay, I guess that's too much of spoilers already. xD Well, I guess I'll rate this 7-8/10 :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago, the Girl Guides in my school had a fun game of water balloon. It was by far the best day of Girl Guides I had throughout the year! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So-GL-HMxAI/AAAAAAAADVk/P6CfVtx0nGg/s1600-h/P7242409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372660420686169090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So-GL-HMxAI/AAAAAAAADVk/P6CfVtx0nGg/s400/P7242409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So colourful! Colours make me happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So-GLNKuFSI/AAAAAAAADVc/3AkuYSq5DAA/s1600-h/P7242423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372660407547598114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So-GLNKuFSI/AAAAAAAADVc/3AkuYSq5DAA/s400/P7242423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preparing the water balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6Hk6QYgwI/AAAAAAAADVU/oQhSSd-Kueo/s1600-h/P7242424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372380473682592514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6Hk6QYgwI/AAAAAAAADVU/oQhSSd-Kueo/s400/P7242424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HkPpOhTI/AAAAAAAADVM/s-G8aIdtG1Q/s1600-h/P7242427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372380462244070706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HkPpOhTI/AAAAAAAADVM/s-G8aIdtG1Q/s400/P7242427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HjhZA0KI/AAAAAAAADVE/APF32b1u_Ss/s1600-h/P7242445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372380449828032674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HjhZA0KI/AAAAAAAADVE/APF32b1u_Ss/s400/P7242445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls. &lt;3&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HjMwazBI/AAAAAAAADU8/9sIDfZr1NH4/s1600-h/P7242457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372380444289059858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HjMwazBI/AAAAAAAADU8/9sIDfZr1NH4/s400/P7242457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The juniors listening to the seniors on how the game goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HindyFeI/AAAAAAAADU0/th4mrwgPVfk/s1600-h/P7242463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372380434278782434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6HindyFeI/AAAAAAAADU0/th4mrwgPVfk/s400/P7242463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go grab your water balloons! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the how the game goes.. since we had that many people, we splitted them into four groups. So two groups compete against each other first. By standing at the both side of the middle line. When the person say go! Then both the teams must run and grab their water balloons! The group who grabbed the most wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner then gets to splash water on the losing team while the losing team could only stay squatting on a spot helplessly. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the winner of the first two groups go against the other winner of the other two groups. xD As simple as that. I bet you're blur now. Hahaha. But it's okay, continue scrolling down. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D5sisK_I/AAAAAAAADUk/KQA20T3_vPo/s1600-h/P7242470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376432732023794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D5sisK_I/AAAAAAAADUk/KQA20T3_vPo/s400/P7242470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goooooo! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376441089251762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D6LrNWbI/AAAAAAAADUs/jvqSGEm1ayk/s400/P7242464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D4yUYtuI/AAAAAAAADUc/7MiYEzXsVS4/s1600-h/P7242480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376417102771938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D4yUYtuI/AAAAAAAADUc/7MiYEzXsVS4/s400/P7242480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the way we (winners) do it babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D4YePtLI/AAAAAAAADUU/u-w-N8wntn8/s1600-h/P7242504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376410164802738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D4YePtLI/AAAAAAAADUU/u-w-N8wntn8/s400/P7242504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D33_kf_I/AAAAAAAADUM/-mVTOlmwuvw/s1600-h/P7242513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376401446207474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6D33_kf_I/AAAAAAAADUM/-mVTOlmwuvw/s400/P7242513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The team lost in the game will be able to get their revenge on the winning team by throwing the water balloons they grabbed earlier on to the winning team. But the winning team could dodge the water balloons if they want as long as they stay in their compound. xD &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AIV9pemI/AAAAAAAADUE/XQUE84BomyI/s1600-h/P7242519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372372286322604642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AIV9pemI/AAAAAAAADUE/XQUE84BomyI/s400/P7242519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AHdMfWHI/AAAAAAAADT8/NSQCXjKZaZk/s1600-h/P7242520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372372271084034162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AHdMfWHI/AAAAAAAADT8/NSQCXjKZaZk/s400/P7242520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AGw0hUzI/AAAAAAAADT0/vYFa-xwRf1c/s1600-h/P7242528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372372259172340530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AGw0hUzI/AAAAAAAADT0/vYFa-xwRf1c/s400/P7242528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that game, we had a few extra water balloons and it was the seniors turn to splash the juniors. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AGcG-rLI/AAAAAAAADTs/p5TV-xgumKk/s1600-h/P7242535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372372253612616882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AGcG-rLI/AAAAAAAADTs/p5TV-xgumKk/s400/P7242535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't use water balloons only, we use BUCKETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AFhyPUfI/AAAAAAAADTk/G1t1BLvU6pY/s1600-h/P7242541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372372237956370930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So6AFhyPUfI/AAAAAAAADTk/G1t1BLvU6pY/s400/P7242541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-wfRrclI/AAAAAAAADTc/_Wf44hzUGYU/s1600-h/P7242542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370776994050642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-wfRrclI/AAAAAAAADTc/_Wf44hzUGYU/s400/P7242542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-vqTJFeI/AAAAAAAADTU/SVmycpiK5do/s1600-h/P7242543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370762773108194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-vqTJFeI/AAAAAAAADTU/SVmycpiK5do/s400/P7242543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The juniors later took our buckets and had their own fun time splashing everyone as well. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-u_ongyI/AAAAAAAADTM/JTwjwrHg30o/s1600-h/P7242547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370751320458018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-u_ongyI/AAAAAAAADTM/JTwjwrHg30o/s400/P7242547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-uVc1PqI/AAAAAAAADTE/Rn8Z33XpTdY/s1600-h/P7242548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370739996737186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-uVc1PqI/AAAAAAAADTE/Rn8Z33XpTdY/s400/P7242548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370727412518578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5-tmkhTrI/AAAAAAAADS8/Zsdnrvg52CE/s400/P7242566.JPG" /&gt;The overall outcome... It was a blast. :D And I am glad everyone had fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Are you really that nice? Or are you just being nice only because of the &lt;/em&gt;something&lt;em&gt; you found out about me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really want to know. Could you please be honest with me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I can't tell what's going on your mind through the poker face of yours. And it keeps me thinking about it a whole lot. :( &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*23-08-09*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think I got the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-8540445270285021592?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/8540445270285021592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=8540445270285021592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8540445270285021592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/8540445270285021592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/grab-your-water-balloons.html' title='Grab Your Water Balloons!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So-GL-HMxAI/AAAAAAAADVk/P6CfVtx0nGg/s72-c/P7242409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-5249680263686802044</id><published>2009-08-21T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:39:04.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>The DBSK's No.1 Fan Birthday</title><content type='html'>Which fell on the 20th July, so me being a really nice friend.... &lt;em&gt;Hahaha&lt;/em&gt;. Well, An Jie and I went for karaoke just to celebrate the birthday girl's (Debbie Liow) birthday a day before her real birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, ahh.. The food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372352462607630258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5uGc3sP7I/AAAAAAAADS0/qygBMKEqwZc/s400/P7182568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The food wasn't as bad as I expected. It was pretty good actually.. ;) I mean, for the price you pay, it's actually quite good already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a, I suppose a lower grade karaoke than the usual one I went to, just because we wanted to save money! :D What do you expect three 16 year olds (Eh wait. There's still one more who haven't turn 16 yet. Hahaha!) to have? Loaded with money? Nah, we're just average happy kids just wanting to have some fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5uFpM3DaI/AAAAAAAADSs/FLsb4KTU0Ao/s1600-h/P7192583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372352448737775010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5uFpM3DaI/AAAAAAAADSs/FLsb4KTU0Ao/s400/P7192583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An Jie finally revealed her true colours, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/span&gt;?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5uEfrWMYI/AAAAAAAADSc/bAtz6PrU8SM/s1600-h/P7192598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372352429001421186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5uEfrWMYI/AAAAAAAADSc/bAtz6PrU8SM/s400/P7192598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But paying for such a low price, you gotta bear the consequences. Hahaha. This karaoke sound system was terrible! Every 30 secs, while you are in the mood of the song, filling with soooooo much of emotions, suddenly, some screeching sound comes destroying your mood. And you will just go.. &lt;em&gt;"URGHHHHHH."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372352434151496338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5uEy3OGpI/AAAAAAAADSk/lrU2oGkrWoo/s400/P7192620.jpg.edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be fooled by our happy faces. Because at that time, we were suffering from sore throat already. Hahahaha. Nah just kidding. I totally made that up. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;It was really fun time hanging out with you girls! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S : Did something really unusual in CF today! xD I'm glad I did it myself though I made a few mistakes. Hahaha. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did it all for God. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna thank those who supported me too! Hahaha. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5249680263686802044?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5249680263686802044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5249680263686802044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5249680263686802044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5249680263686802044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dbsks-no1-fan-birthday.html' title='The DBSK&apos;s No.1 Fan Birthday'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/_YPUXce8NIHM/So5uGc3sP7I/AAAAAAAADS0/qygBMKEqwZc/s72-c/P7182568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-3579843971760635579</id><published>2009-08-15T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:55:12.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>MTV World Stage!</title><content type='html'>I was there! But I was about less than a km away only. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobpgGpJ1dI/AAAAAAAADSU/DVI1EvuUBEM/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370236343434204626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobpgGpJ1dI/AAAAAAAADSU/DVI1EvuUBEM/s400/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To those who really went for the concert : There! Lol. You were one of those at the bottom left of the picture. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked like ants from above. :P So happened I went to Sunway Lagoon Club to work out with my family, so there, I took a picture with my sister's camera phone. That explains the quality of the picture. x) I could have stayed there throughout the whole concert and just enjoy the music, but I wouldn't want to be the mosquitoes' feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-3579843971760635579?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3579843971760635579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=3579843971760635579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3579843971760635579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3579843971760635579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-world-stage.html' title='MTV World Stage!'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobpgGpJ1dI/AAAAAAAADSU/DVI1EvuUBEM/s72-c/Image072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-2704223878887826039</id><published>2009-08-15T09:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:14:24.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious'/><title type='text'>The Great Escape Of Ours.</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha! My friend and I got to go out of school today. We celebrated our Independence Day today in school when the real Independence Day of our country is on the 31st of August. Well that's not my point. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is.. We (my friend and I) made it out of school.. ALIVE!! Hahaha. Cuz omgoodness. You'll never believe it, there were so few students who made it to school, the reasons were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No one goes to school on a SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;2) There won't be lessons going on &lt;strong&gt;cuz of the serious lack of students&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) A few classes will be combined into a class because refer to the bold words of #2.&lt;br /&gt;4) Which means.. No lessons. Cuz every class have different time table.&lt;br /&gt;5) The only thing we can do is talk, sleep, eat, talk and sleep and eat again.&lt;br /&gt;6) So what for go to school??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I thought I was studying in a school which is located at some deserted island. Seriously. What missing was the coconut tress, the breezy air, some sexay ladies dancing wearing just two coconuts and a leaf for skirt. Hahahha. Sounds like Hawaii eh? Okay back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what for I go to school? The main reason is because of the &lt;strong&gt;Choir&lt;/strong&gt;. We were asked to perform, even if we had just 15 of us. :'( And.. I felt like we weren't being appreciated. Just had that feeling. OH well.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we actually wanted to sneak out of school.. Because the teachers gotta face the fact that they won't be teaching us anyway!! And we are just wasting our precious time there. But us sneaking out turned into running out of the school openly. Hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just as we wanted to go out of the school, just a few meters away from the school's main gate, we stopped cuz some teachers saw us. We formed into a circle and started singing. We made it as if we were practising the song. OMGOODNESS!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It was HILARIOUS! Hahahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least the teachers were understanding enough only to butt in after we sang finish that song. LOL. They shooed us back into the school.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll continue this story in this post later. &lt;strong&gt;I'll reupdate.&lt;/strong&gt; WITH pictures! xD All I need now is to have some sleep. I'm so tired. Till then. Stay tuned for the newer update &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(how we got out of school)&lt;/span&gt; of this post! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so hilarious at times. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : We went out school with &lt;strong&gt;permission&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370226934419304674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sobg8bVMMOI/AAAAAAAADSM/uPXht5y_tCU/s400/P8142933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'many' who went to school obediently. &gt;.&lt; I've never seen so MANY students in school before in my 4 years of being in this school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217488611315826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobYWm9EkHI/AAAAAAAADQ0/P3hWZfN4Qv0/s400/P8142960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Teachers taking photo with the bunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217496779899522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobYXFYnQoI/AAAAAAAADQ8/vyucAL1HmQU/s400/P8142962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Got prepared after being introduced to the small crowd.. Wasn't really nervous at that moment though. :P So it was good in a way for me also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217504797352002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobYXjQH4EI/AAAAAAAADRE/MOwnVzL8kVE/s400/P8142963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fixing our standing position at the very last minute.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher's order what. -.- Of course gotta satisfy them first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217514790893218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobYYIexNqI/AAAAAAAADRM/ENObx2Ve_mc/s400/P8142969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The precious 15 loyal ones who went to school early in the morning, to warm up their vocals, just to sing to those who went to school. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I actually didn't intend to go to school, had activity in church. But I sacrificed my church activity.. just for choir. And there were also other reasons lah...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217524519243218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobYYsuMDdI/AAAAAAAADRU/vM428XU9Bgc/s400/P8142974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 2nd performance by 5 young ladies. :) And those were the performances for the day. -.- &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370222032840703970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobcfHhyP-I/AAAAAAAADR8/1Hc44TZMbfU/s400/P8142984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, we were given mini flags to wave it all around while we sang some patriotic songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370222024155687634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobcenLHatI/AAAAAAAADR0/bT1zYV3MLOw/s400/P8143003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They looked like they were having lotsa fun huh! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370222015355785186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobceGZDj-I/AAAAAAAADRs/kIazAoGNt9A/s400/P8143005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lay Teng, &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jalur Gemilang&lt;/em&gt;, and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370222003524061330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SobcdaUJyJI/AAAAAAAADRk/QslvxiTrvjI/s400/P8143009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jen Sion with &lt;em&gt;Jalur Gemilangs&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. He's so cute, aint he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And after those patriotic songs, we planned on how to make the great escape.. Lol. Our bright idea was, let's run! while teachers were busy going back to their room. So we did.. In quite a big group.. -.- Hahaha. As we were running out, we suddenly saw a teacher near the canteen. We had to pass through the canteen to run out by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher did ask where we going, some of the guys made excuses, haha you wouldn't want to know what excuses. So we continued on our &lt;em&gt;mission&lt;/em&gt; -- running towards the main gate and out we go! Then refer the words in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; colour above. It was seriously so unexpected and we really did go with the flow. xD I didn't expect to see that coming. xD That moment was really awkward but funny. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, and as we were singing in the circle, (acting like we were practising), I saw the teachers were almost walking back into the school, I thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;yes!! , they're closing one eye, they're letting us go!!&lt;/em&gt; But as we sing longer, they started walking towards us again. And I was like, &lt;strong&gt;oh shucks! So near yet so far!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then yeah, as I've already told you, the teachers waited for us to finish our song, they came to us and said our headmistress allows us to practice in the school, just don't stay outside. LOL. They didn't believe we were practising, did they? But whatever they think it was, everything was so funny!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And later we were shooed back into the school. Hahaha. Another funny thing was, as we were walking back into the school, the rest of the choir suddenly started singing again. Hahaha. Singing back into the school. Okay, you might not think what I'm saying is funny. But it was really funny, so funny that I just don't know how to put them to words!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Lay Teng called her mum to come rescue us from this look alike prison. Lol! I was nervous, cuz I thought they wouldn't allow me to go, but Lay Teng only. But later, Thank God! One of the clerk came with the paper, the paper which allows the students to go back, and my name was there with Lay Teng's! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there we went, walking out of the school, LEGALLY! Muahahaha! xD From that time onwards, I felt the relief in me instantly. I no longer had to run out, having the fear of being caught. Come to think of it, all these memories are really precious to every teenagers. Because we will never live this life ever again. :D So, I shall make full use of my years by doing anything as long as I never do anything deadly and sinful against my religion and towards me. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370226921522180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sobg7rSRr8I/AAAAAAAADSE/wjBWMiO3qd0/s400/P8143021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The time I got out of &lt;s&gt;prison&lt;/s&gt; school.. Hahaha. I know how lame this picture is. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370221976819856210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sobcb21X81I/AAAAAAAADRc/U7dTKaF0Ko0/s400/P8143028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last picture of this post. Till then! :D God bless you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School life is fun. &lt;strong&gt;At times&lt;/strong&gt;. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-2704223878887826039?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/2704223878887826039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=2704223878887826039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2704223878887826039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/2704223878887826039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-we-did-it.html' title='The Great Escape Of Ours.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sobg8bVMMOI/AAAAAAAADSM/uPXht5y_tCU/s72-c/P8142933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-3841040944420034965</id><published>2009-08-13T17:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:29:39.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Snippets Of My Events Recently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey Cottoncandygal readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just updating to cure your hunger of updates from me. Haha! Okay, Let's not waste time.. Time is precious! Time is MONEY! Really? Okay, maybe I've not reached that stage of time is money yet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been quite 'happening' lately. Hahaha! I mean it's true! Cuz I've not been having enough time to finish everything! Urghh. And thinking of my laziness is enough to kill me. x( Anyway, here are some pictures of just a few of the events I've been to lately. :) Will update more about them in the upcoming posts! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369388058180613826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoPl_Z0UdsI/AAAAAAAADP8/OrkregHuxSI/s400/P7192621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Singing Sensation. LOL! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoPv4psfbvI/AAAAAAAADQM/iwYP_YY6rU4/s1600-h/P7242446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369398937299939058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoPv4psfbvI/AAAAAAAADQM/iwYP_YY6rU4/s400/P7242446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl Guides suddenly became real fun! Thanks to us, the seniors! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369422605716848370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoQFaVa0fvI/AAAAAAAADQs/rqZHw9uy7uU/s400/malaysia+sekolah+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meet Marielle. She's a foreign exchange student who is all the way from France! xD It's really fun to have her around, sharing different topics on cultures, food and just about everything! :) I'm glad to know you, Marielle. :D Hope you're having fun here in Malaysia! ;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369398926417189570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoPv4BJ12sI/AAAAAAAADQE/W9Nk6wvEQFg/s400/P8012402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Malacca with the family too. A LOT of things happened there. And those lots of things were, I would say, a really once in a life time experience. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369408905934877810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoP485wRNHI/AAAAAAAADQc/yOI1lps0zRA/s400/P8072790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sister's Graduation. One day you were born a baby, and the next day you're a graduan wearing the mortarboard holding your scroll and having beautiful roses. ( :'( &lt;-- tears of joy!  Awwww. LOL. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369408886206233010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoP47wQl-bI/AAAAAAAADQU/x8l-6S48BLs/s400/5692_101837719827771_100000046290109_54897_5471033_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Choir Competition at Subang Parade! :) I would say we did fairly well. Just a bit of hiccups here and there, and I'm quite sure the new ones were very nervous.. Lack of confidence perhaps. But it's okay, we'll definitely work on it! ;) Hey choir members, listen up! --&gt; NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE! Okay? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369408924123539298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoP499gyJ2I/AAAAAAAADQk/o7lk66N2MIo/s400/P8092912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly, sister's 21st Birthday. And that's my niece. How cute! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, will post about all these in different posts soon. So stay tuned to my blog! :) Lotsa love. God bless you! Toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-3841040944420034965?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/3841040944420034965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=3841040944420034965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3841040944420034965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/3841040944420034965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/snippets-of-my-events-recently.html' title='Snippets Of My Events Recently.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SoPl_Z0UdsI/AAAAAAAADP8/OrkregHuxSI/s72-c/P7192621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-5476552137510999773</id><published>2009-08-02T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:16:27.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Smile Which Brightened My Day.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Malacca not too long ago. Went there for a 2 days 1 night trip with family and dad's colleagues. :D Many things happened there which I didn't really expect it to happen ever in my life. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it did show me that life is just not all about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it can be full of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; too! :D And having full of that could make me live my life so much easier. LOL. I really thank dad and family for bringing me out this weekend. I really appreciate it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we do need a break from the hectic life, if we're going through one. Seriously. ;) Ahh well, it's back to reality now. And I know I have been not thinking about this.. but since I'm back to reality, I've got to face the fact that I've not completed my Mount Everest like of homework! Hahahah. Alrighty. Will blog about Malacca and about others very soon. If I have the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma busy woman ya know. xP Till then. Toodles! God bless ya. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-5476552137510999773?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/5476552137510999773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=5476552137510999773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5476552137510999773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/5476552137510999773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-which-brightened-my-day.html' title='A Smile Which Brightened My Day.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-971915618768299042</id><published>2009-07-20T19:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:20:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newlywed Last Saturday</title><content type='html'>Was my uncle. :) The most memorable wedding I've attended so far. Because it was practically a vegetarian day for me that day. As strange as it might sound, I don't fancy vegetable at all. *pluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all got up in the morning, got ourselves ready, got into the car and &lt;em&gt;vroooom&lt;/em&gt; we went. Dad was worried that we were all late. But as soon as we reached, the bridegroom hasn't brought his bride back home yet. So we were &lt;strong&gt;in time&lt;/strong&gt;. *pheww* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 40 mins later, didn't keep track of the time.. A few cars came honking and that means..... &lt;em&gt;Here comes the bride! All dress in white!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwszsXsB6I/AAAAAAAADPk/nL1JJzfkfvU/s1600-h/IMG_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362710522886883234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwszsXsB6I/AAAAAAAADPk/nL1JJzfkfvU/s400/IMG_0545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sparkle sparkly!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362715720429935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwxiOuhG0I/AAAAAAAADPs/TDICBoLMZv8/s400/IMG_0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If you haven't attended a Chinese wedding, and if you didn't know about this.. After the bridegroom has brought his bride back home safely, before they enter the house, a &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt; has to open the car's door for them. And the best thing for the boy is...after he opens the door.. He gets a &lt;em&gt;red packet&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;Shucks. Why ain't I a boy?!&lt;/em&gt; ~sings to self : if I were a boy..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwszWJIzSI/AAAAAAAADPc/bU28zNW_AYU/s1600-h/IMG_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362710516920274210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwszWJIzSI/AAAAAAAADPc/bU28zNW_AYU/s400/IMG_0550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Newlyweds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwsy-FTBhI/AAAAAAAADPU/A_F6VRSixR0/s1600-h/IMG_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362710510461715986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwsy-FTBhI/AAAAAAAADPU/A_F6VRSixR0/s400/IMG_0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Angels. *puts on a halo* HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrC-3V2gI/AAAAAAAADPM/pRkP4kjOEp0/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg.edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362708586526267906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrC-3V2gI/AAAAAAAADPM/pRkP4kjOEp0/s400/IMG_0612.jpg.edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shampoo advertisement. If you want to purchase &lt;strong&gt;the shampoo&lt;/strong&gt;. Dial 1300&lt;em&gt;-sarah-you-look-so-hot&lt;/em&gt; or you can also dial 1300&lt;em&gt;-sarah-you-look-cute-too&lt;/em&gt; if the other line is busy. Thank you and call back again some other time. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(giggles to self)&lt;/span&gt; xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it was lunch time.. Uhhh ohhhhh..! It's a vegetarian wedding lunch Sarah! HOW?! *just&lt;em&gt; starve to death lah!!*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362708580185879250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrCnPrMtI/AAAAAAAADPE/twl2hQWAy2U/s400/P7172429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But.. it turned out to be quite good. :X *Oh em goodness! Did she just say that it was good?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrCf1eL9I/AAAAAAAADO8/vVcjleJH5c4/s1600-h/P7172435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362708578196926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrCf1eL9I/AAAAAAAADO8/vVcjleJH5c4/s400/P7172435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There. Not bad right? Lol. The &lt;em&gt;Char Siew&lt;/em&gt; (pork) wasn't that bad. I really thought we were gonna eat plain flour. Just flour. But they did it quite well. All we (the non-vegetarians) gotta do while eating vegetarian food was to IMAGINE. Imagine that it was REAL &lt;em&gt;CHAR SIEW&lt;/em&gt;. Ummmm.. Yumm yumm! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrBy4BazI/AAAAAAAADO0/ZhrZDU6YdFY/s1600-h/P7172448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362708566128028466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrBy4BazI/AAAAAAAADO0/ZhrZDU6YdFY/s400/P7172448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one who nags at me all the time. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, we sat around, talk to relatives, catching up with them and got back home to get some rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few hours later, we got ready for the wedding dinner.. Er.. Ya it was still vegetarian. T.T We were all crossing our fingers, hoping that we won't only eat flour as our dinner. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Must as well just pour out the flour from the box in a plate and everyone start digging in.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone got into the car and &lt;em&gt;vroooom&lt;/em&gt; we went again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Snap snap! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrBWAvaDI/AAAAAAAADOs/esMuHO0K5Yg/s1600-h/P7182523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362708558379968562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwrBWAvaDI/AAAAAAAADOs/esMuHO0K5Yg/s400/P7182523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The menu of the vegetarian wedding dinner. Ahhh! So many of the word 'vegetarian' on the menu! My eyes can't take it!! Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn6LVB-RI/AAAAAAAADOk/ZKt9dvL4lpc/s1600-h/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362705136718313746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn6LVB-RI/AAAAAAAADOk/ZKt9dvL4lpc/s400/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn55kL9kI/AAAAAAAADOc/stI6WNlw7zo/s1600-h/IMG_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362705131950044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn55kL9kI/AAAAAAAADOc/stI6WNlw7zo/s400/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new found toy -- Blackberry... for the night. Lol. It belongs to my cousin actually, the one next to me in the picture. That night, I discovered that Blackberry is a whole new world of fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn5oJtEwI/AAAAAAAADOU/5lllSQbzDVU/s1600-h/IMG_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362705127275565826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn5oJtEwI/AAAAAAAADOU/5lllSQbzDVU/s400/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now let the vegetarian dishes do most of the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn5U1xPSI/AAAAAAAADOM/vWXe6CKokiI/s1600-h/IMG_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362705122091679010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn5U1xPSI/AAAAAAAADOM/vWXe6CKokiI/s400/IMG_0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn5K-FgPI/AAAAAAAADOE/LZbMhIwAVDY/s1600-h/P7182535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362705119442206962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Smwn5K-FgPI/AAAAAAAADOE/LZbMhIwAVDY/s400/P7182535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the person who scolded me in my chatbox last time, congratulating me that I've help reduced the population of sharks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cuz I posted a picture of the real sharkfin soup),&lt;/span&gt; I shall shove this in your face. Hahaha. It's vegetarian. Of course... the feeling of gulping this down wasn't as thrilling as the gulping the real one. xD Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmSS7CBKI/AAAAAAAADN8/lT93qwmkMwU/s1600-h/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362703352050353314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmSS7CBKI/AAAAAAAADN8/lT93qwmkMwU/s400/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRwtrncI/AAAAAAAADN0/yJ5A8O2zQ3A/s1600-h/IMG_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362703342867553730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRwtrncI/AAAAAAAADN0/yJ5A8O2zQ3A/s400/IMG_0665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So called FISH! Lol. It does look like fish doncha think so? But it taste horrible! It's all just YAM. x( *BLUEK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRv9LQTI/AAAAAAAADNs/jld8Sq__CCk/s1600-h/IMG_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362703342664106290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRv9LQTI/AAAAAAAADNs/jld8Sq__CCk/s400/IMG_0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now what do you think this is? Butter Prawn of course! xD Vegetarian Butter Prawn. We actually thought that these were real prawns when we were served. I think I like this the most. :) Hehehe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRf-jwbI/AAAAAAAADNk/8rJOnfFwZ-k/s1600-h/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362703338374939058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRf-jwbI/AAAAAAAADNk/8rJOnfFwZ-k/s400/IMG_0691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRGsjqgI/AAAAAAAADNc/0BNbo4zg_lw/s1600-h/IMG_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362703331588549122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwmRGsjqgI/AAAAAAAADNc/0BNbo4zg_lw/s400/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwlfUO_rBI/AAAAAAAADNM/aOYo_Qn-yl0/s1600-h/IMG_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362702476229192722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwlfUO_rBI/AAAAAAAADNM/aOYo_Qn-yl0/s400/IMG_0698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwlfMuNhUI/AAAAAAAADNE/AB5JFNI27D4/s1600-h/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362702474212640066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwlfMuNhUI/AAAAAAAADNE/AB5JFNI27D4/s400/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4 Princesses in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwleuzfqpI/AAAAAAAADM8/njEYpys7lck/s1600-h/IMG_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362702466181737106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwleuzfqpI/AAAAAAAADM8/njEYpys7lck/s400/IMG_0707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last two desserts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwledC8a5I/AAAAAAAADM0/-ov21g_tBic/s1600-h/IMG_0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362702461414697874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwledC8a5I/AAAAAAAADM0/-ov21g_tBic/s400/IMG_0710.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;p align="center"&gt;With the cousins! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All thanks to &lt;em&gt;Shrek's wife, &lt;/em&gt;she asked me to bend down so that she could be seen in the picture. She made me shorter than her when I'm actually one head taller. x( I look like midget in this picture! &lt;em&gt;Oh snap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh have you notice any difference from the morning wedding pictures and the wedding dinner pictures? :) Hehe. Alrighty, toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lesson to learn : All you have to do in a vegetarian wedding &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(if you're a non-vegetarian)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMAGINE!&lt;/strong&gt; :P&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/37292659-971915618768299042?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/971915618768299042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=971915618768299042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/971915618768299042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/971915618768299042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/newlywed-last-saturday.html' title='The Newlywed Last Saturday'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SmwszsXsB6I/AAAAAAAADPk/nL1JJzfkfvU/s72-c/IMG_0545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-263907972089533867</id><published>2009-07-14T18:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:01:05.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please take note of this miracle :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 7 , 2009 the figures of time will come as 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amaze your friends, be the first to tell them at 12 hour 34 minutes and 56 seconds on the 7th of August this year 2009, the time and date will be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12:34:56 07/08/09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will never happen in your life again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Got this from an email which my lovely mama sent to me! x) Happy knowing this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh ya one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jesus &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVES &lt;/span&gt;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/37292659-263907972089533867?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/263907972089533867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=263907972089533867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/263907972089533867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/263907972089533867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-1241632183204785030</id><published>2009-07-12T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:49:43.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subang CF Rally'/><title type='text'>P.U.S.H Subang CF Rally 2009</title><content type='html'>It all started early in the morning when I had to prepare myself for this rally. It was held at Sunway University. I was assigned to help out with the registration for the cf rally's conference at the last minute. Haha. Well, they needed helpers, so I just volunteered myself. And besides, the head of the registration happens to be my friend, Charlotte. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWyAhwmbI/AAAAAAAADKw/VCPy1qmXa1A/s1600-h/P7102408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357479017613138354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWyAhwmbI/AAAAAAAADKw/VCPy1qmXa1A/s400/P7102408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know handling the registration station could be quite a busy thing. Don't take registration easily man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357484067755777010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmbX9xl2_I/AAAAAAAADLA/IJs6BNfh_kw/s400/P7102412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a tough job..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWx7XDj3I/AAAAAAAADKo/oLVA237TIts/s1600-h/P7102413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357479016226066290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWx7XDj3I/AAAAAAAADKo/oLVA237TIts/s400/P7102413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously. Lol. xD Well, if you wanna know what we had to do, we basically needed to write down the names of the participants and the names of their school on their name tag and hand to them their shirt and a bottle of water. It's not as easy as it sounds you know.. Quite messy at times. Anyway, one fun thing about being a crew member is that our tags are not the same as the participants. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357479005746716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWxUUlYKI/AAAAAAAADKg/I6rxGLk9iBo/s400/P7102419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Jie and I were in charged of SMK USJ 13 and Sri KL. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and another fun thing about being part of the crew. &lt;em&gt;The crew shirt is not so much different from the normal participants' shirts. It's just that the crews have the word CREW printed on the left sleeves. :)&lt;/em&gt; Changed to the crew shirt when I was a little more free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWxL4UkQI/AAAAAAAADKY/atWyESsSwqQ/s1600-h/P7102420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357479003480690946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWxL4UkQI/AAAAAAAADKY/atWyESsSwqQ/s400/P7102420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the ushers waiting to welcome the arrival of the V.I.Ps. Haha. I heard they stood there for about an hour. Haha. V.I.P's trend has never changed. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWwpnGb8I/AAAAAAAADKQ/e9EdRQTLCNc/s1600-h/P7102421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357478994281656258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWwpnGb8I/AAAAAAAADKQ/e9EdRQTLCNc/s400/P7102421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took more pictures when we had the free time again. xD Our job was almost done by the way. And we were already half-dead tired... &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVYhmOZ4I/AAAAAAAADKI/JpgNmlYjWkQ/s1600-h/P7102424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357477480302012290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVYhmOZ4I/AAAAAAAADKI/JpgNmlYjWkQ/s400/P7102424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we got to join the conference. &lt;em&gt;Yay!&lt;/em&gt; :D It was praise and worship time when we got there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVX1oSeZI/AAAAAAAADJ4/lnUAZOyNFa0/s1600-h/P7102429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357477468499507602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVX1oSeZI/AAAAAAAADJ4/lnUAZOyNFa0/s400/P7102429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, guess who went?? The Assemblyman of Subang Jaya --- YB Hannah Yeoh! :D It was my first time meeting her in person actually. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVXnwupCI/AAAAAAAADJw/nSxxnJjV_GM/s1600-h/P7102432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357477464776811554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVXnwupCI/AAAAAAAADJw/nSxxnJjV_GM/s400/P7102432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was this band who played, we didn't know the lyrics of their song.. So obviously we couldn't sing along.. Lol! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVXVyKXeI/AAAAAAAADJo/EbtLJ-9Tgd8/s1600-h/P7102434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357477459950984674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmVXVyKXeI/AAAAAAAADJo/EbtLJ-9Tgd8/s400/P7102434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Pastor Daniel Singh spoke the word. :) He was real funny. xD I like funny Pastors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 12:30P.M. it was lunch time! I was sure everyone was hungry, cuz I could hear everyone's stomach growling.. HAHAHA. Joking! Well for what I know, I was hungry. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we booked a place and sat down for a few minutes. I asked my friend are we suppose to get our food? She told me others will come and serve us.. I thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;wahh! got service one ah? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mana tau...&lt;/em&gt; When we walked to the area where they were giving out food, there was a crazy long queue already. &gt;.&lt;" So we quickly joined in the queue and waited for our turn patiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT7tahMoI/AAAAAAAADJg/32V3T7gMnHg/s1600-h/P7102438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357475885746303618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT7tahMoI/AAAAAAAADJg/32V3T7gMnHg/s400/P7102438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT7aANSII/AAAAAAAADJY/HfqQ6hO0mQI/s1600-h/P7102439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357475880535672962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT7aANSII/AAAAAAAADJY/HfqQ6hO0mQI/s400/P7102439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But surprisingly there were other people who joined in the queue after us, so we weren't actually the last few ones to get food. xD Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT7BGWhUI/AAAAAAAADJQ/rTXvfZqMO64/s1600-h/P7102441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357475873850557762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT7BGWhUI/AAAAAAAADJQ/rTXvfZqMO64/s400/P7102441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to be our turn! &lt;em&gt;Yes yes yes!&lt;/em&gt; xD Hahaha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357488923879668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmfyoPv-TI/AAAAAAAADLI/pP_7WpQxD_M/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A few of the SMK USJ 13 people. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT6wOu8tI/AAAAAAAADJI/AF3-xagqPBo/s1600-h/P7112447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357475869322310354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT6wOu8tI/AAAAAAAADJI/AF3-xagqPBo/s400/P7112447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came 2nd session. Which was Pastor Andy's turn. :) He came to our school's CF before though. :) Yeah I know, he's a very very young pastor indeed. xD He shared about us being humans on earth must have a purpose. If we don't have any purpose in life, we are nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole conference ended at about 5P.M. We intended to go to Sunway Pyramid by the shuttle bus, which was someone's idea. So we waited.. and waited.. And one bus came, all of us got so excited!! Is it this bus?! Ahh FINALLY! *bus came nearer.* *bus passes by before our eyes* &lt;s&gt;*everyone started crying*&lt;/s&gt; Hahaha. We mistaken that bus as the shuttle bus. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about 15 minutes, I told them, by the time we actually reach Pyramid, it's time to go back already.. So after waiting for a few more minutes, only we decided to go to the nearest food court. And many hysterical things happened during that dinner of ours. Hahaha. &lt;s&gt;Bananas&lt;/s&gt; Some people didn't know how to order the type of mee for their food because the hawker spoke in Mandarin!!!! LOL! Someone said, wo yao yellow mee, ta yao white mee. HAHAHAHAHA! So funny. After they got their food in front of them, they asked us if they got their order right or not. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep their dignities, I will not reveal their names. xD But if they come bashing me up in my cbox (if they visit my blog), then I guess you will know who they are. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT6gGE6uI/AAAAAAAADJA/4OuZTMBND_0/s1600-h/P7112451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357475864991034082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmT6gGE6uI/AAAAAAAADJA/4OuZTMBND_0/s400/P7112451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May I present to you, Chai, Esther Chai. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmSmpNwkYI/AAAAAAAADI4/VJ6yG7hHZdU/s1600-h/P7112456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357474424330162562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmSmpNwkYI/AAAAAAAADI4/VJ6yG7hHZdU/s400/P7112456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goucelia and Phei Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmSmRF_H4I/AAAAAAAADIw/E8cCIlsB7OQ/s1600-h/P7112459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357474417855111042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmSmRF_H4I/AAAAAAAADIw/E8cCIlsB7OQ/s400/P7112459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian Quek the guitarist. We were suppose to show our shirts' CREW word. But mine can't be seen. x( Only the letter C can be seen I guess. So do you like the shirt? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! P.U.S.H means Pray Until Something Happens. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmSlmlPgII/AAAAAAAADIg/sxu2ykXlgJc/s1600-h/P7112463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357474406443483266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmSlmlPgII/AAAAAAAADIg/sxu2ykXlgJc/s400/P7112463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Richard Liew. He was super quiet. But I tried my best to make him entertained. Hahaha. One of my tactics is to... take pictures! :D Hehe. God is so good, for giving humans the inspiration to make CAMERAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert then started. :) It was fully packed with people, I don't know how many, but there were a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357499716156634738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Slmpm0nFtnI/AAAAAAAADLQ/v4ImBzc_xIU/s400/P7112466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The guy holding the Jalur Gemilang is my friend, Samuel Wong! Haha. Samuel, samuel. :) Didn't get to take picture with him yesterday cuz he was so busy. But it's okay, got so many other times. Haha. xD Hope you're doing great, Sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357474400829285426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmSlRqtpDI/AAAAAAAADIY/8ZZOg1O9X-o/s400/P7112469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dancers from City Harvest Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their performance was the concert. It went on pretty great. :) But I was already super tired towards the end of the day. So I didn't really take much pictures and didn't have the energy to jump or being all hyped up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. Clement Wong shared the word for the concert. And he too, was super funny. But it kinda surprised me as the way he spoke sounded a lot like my ex-physics tuition teacher. The one who could only talk about how good he is in teaching, using up most of our physics tuition time. And maybe only start teaching at the last half and hour. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. The whole day of Subang CF Rally 2009 in just a post. :) Many people got saved and we had 400 over people signed up for this rally. The most participants in the rally history! And the word the Pastors preached was good too. And how can I ever forget?! &lt;strong&gt;God's presence was DEFINITELY in our midst throughout the whole conference and concert! :D&lt;/strong&gt; To sum it all in just four words. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Till then. Toodles. God Bless You!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-1241632183204785030?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1241632183204785030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1241632183204785030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1241632183204785030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1241632183204785030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/push-subang-cf-rally-2009.html' title='P.U.S.H Subang CF Rally 2009'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SlmWyAhwmbI/AAAAAAAADKw/VCPy1qmXa1A/s72-c/P7102408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-1068819780764352770</id><published>2009-07-09T21:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:44:03.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Memorable Moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8yKcmru0JM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8yKcmru0JM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely the most touching part. When it only lasted 37 secs. God bless this wonderful child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR4LRxBMUTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SR4LRxBMUTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I don't remember them showing this video on our local tv. &lt;em&gt;*ever wonder why?*&lt;/em&gt; Only found out about this video when dad was searching for the performances of his memorial. But anyway this is great. Jesus Is Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmL5xlqcY1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmL5xlqcY1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Lucious Smith prayed for the closing of MJ's memorial ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vz48zuOdt7c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vz48zuOdt7c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While video searching, OMGOODNESS. Check these vids out! THESE KIDS ARE AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpJZgeI-n_M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpJZgeI-n_M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GweUjzhUwNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GweUjzhUwNw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW. Seriously. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also found out this video. I've already seen this on Channel E!, I've told mum and mum wanted to watch, so coincidently Youtube has it.. ;) MJ is indeed such a nice father. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvcGFiqxnOY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvcGFiqxnOY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all my schoolmates : Subang CF Rally is coming up! Are you going? :) Better sign up alright? :) You can also sign up on the day itself! Which is the day after tomorrow. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-1068819780764352770?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/1068819780764352770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=1068819780764352770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1068819780764352770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/1068819780764352770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-memorable-moments.html' title='Some Memorable Moments.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-4250921931075505180</id><published>2009-07-07T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:59:19.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless MJ and Yemenia Air Crash Victims.</title><content type='html'>About 2 hours and 15 minutes later (Asia time), the whole world would be witnessing Michael Jackson's memorial service. :'( As sad as it might sound, we still gotta stay strong anyway. It's not the end of the world for us... Yet. We all know we will leave earth one day. It's just a matter of TIME. The time when God decides when to take us away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a video about Michael Jackson's pastor, Pastor Gregory Dickow prophesying hope for him and indirectly for us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think burying him in his Neverland Ranch is a GREAT idea. Just don't know why they wouldn't let him be at his own place. How sad is that.. Elvis Presly was buried at Graceland, why can't MJ be in his Neverland? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="main" name="main" src="http://www.higherpraisetube.com/player/vPlayer.swf?f=" width="452" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" vkey="644083dcde1c8c483ed9"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the video can't load here on my blog, click &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.higherpraisetube.com/video/6722/Michael-Jackson--Pastor-Gregory-Dickow-Prophesies-Hope"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; to watch it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my prayers for everyone especially the families &amp;amp; friends of the Yemenia air crash victims and MJ's families &amp;amp; friends. Stay strong and take care of yourselves. God bless y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-4250921931075505180?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/4250921931075505180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=4250921931075505180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4250921931075505180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/4250921931075505180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-bless-mj.html' title='God Bless MJ and Yemenia Air Crash Victims.'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</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-37292659.post-6683300020723963649</id><published>2009-07-05T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:03:59.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Apologies</title><content type='html'>I went for a workshop called No Apologies organised by my church yesterday morning. Was quite an eye-opening workshop cuz.. obviously.. it was all about.. life, love + &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. But of course they didn't go so in detail about sex. Which is a good thing. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Mike was the one who conducted this workshop. It felt kinda awkward at first.. Like we don't usually get exposed to all these in school. Teacher never advice students not to do it, that's why nowadays, kids learn the wrong things because of what they see on their &lt;em&gt;teevee&lt;/em&gt;. =.= And there you go.. &lt;u&gt;A 13 year old kid becoming a father.&lt;/u&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sk80XkbBTGI/AAAAAAAADGY/siKga99XqP0/s1600-h/P7042378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354556061485452386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sk80XkbBTGI/AAAAAAAADGY/siKga99XqP0/s400/P7042378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354556059802353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sk80XeJvPaI/AAAAAAAADGQ/_egIk2jF2JA/s400/P7042376.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student's workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's a good workshop especially for those who are still teenagers or those who are in a relationship and who aren't married yet. :) I advice all of you to go for this workshop if there's any one conducting near you. Cuz you won't regret spending almost &lt;strong&gt;6 hours&lt;/strong&gt; there learning mostly on how to say &lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt; to premarital sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are a lot of consequences to bear if you do it before you really settle down with your spouse. Buying baby stuffs, funds to raise the child.. The scariest one is the viruses you &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt;.. I'm quite sure everyone knows HIV and AIDS. But have you heard of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_papillomavirus"&gt;Human Papilloma Virus &lt;/a&gt;HPV?? This is much scarier! If you're curious, click on the website to check it out then. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we were showed many different people being interviewed on when they have lost their virginity. And some were very shocking because at the age they did it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they reached their puberty way too early I guess)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's like the time when other kids were still watching Barney and Friends or Rugrats or something.. Isn't it better sitting in front of the &lt;em&gt;teevee&lt;/em&gt; watching Barney and Friends or Rugrats better than doing something that it's not even their thing to do? Live your childhood to the max man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing they showed us in the video is that they said how much they regret for doing it and losing it at such a young age. And if they could turn back time, they will choose not to have their virginity taken away from them so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the workshop, we got pledge cards. One for our witness to have and one for us to keep. :) One of my churchmember asked us to ask our parents to get us purity rings. Lol. Straight away reminded me of the Jo Bros. :D Ahhh. The cute brothers. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354556043294544658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sk80Wgp-ExI/AAAAAAAADGA/LrN7bcpdq8c/s400/P7042370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I heard they were being teased just because they have it on their fingers, which I think is so ridiculous to laugh at them. *Hmph!* What's wrong with wearing purity rings?? Well, at least they are making the right move and those who laughed have no right to laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay next topic.. Hmm, most of you readers (teenagers) went for Cheer '09 huh? :( Too bad I couldn't go.. Was busy yesterday and today. Sigh. *sobs.. Hollaback..* So I guess most of the teenagers' blogs will be on Cheer '09 for these few days with lotsa lotsa pictures. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, what do you think about my blog's header? :D Vote on the poll on your right! &lt;em&gt;Happy voting. ^.^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I had been &lt;em&gt;Michael Jackson overdose &lt;/em&gt;recently. Suprisingly, I'm not sick of it at all. :) He is indeed really a legend. ;) God bless his spirit and God bless you readers too. :) Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37292659-6683300020723963649?l=cottoncandygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/feeds/6683300020723963649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37292659&amp;postID=6683300020723963649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6683300020723963649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37292659/posts/default/6683300020723963649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-apologies.html' title='No Apologies'/><author><name>Lil' Cottoncandy Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11087690440433392322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/Sk80XkbBTGI/AAAAAAAADGY/siKga99XqP0/s72-c/P7042378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37292659.post-1844018848885735271</id><published>2009-07-03T16:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:35:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Someone'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;is very proud of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cares about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wants to talk to you (only if you start talking to Him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wants to be with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hopes you aren't in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wants to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hopes everything turns out all right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wants you to be happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;wants you to find Him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is celebrating your successes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;wants to give you a gift&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thinks you are a gift &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;wants to hug you and give you a helping hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wants to lavish you with small gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;admires your strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;is thinking of you and smiling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wants you to know that He is always protecting you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;would do anything for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;wants to forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is only waiting for you to confess your sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;remembers you always and have never forgotten you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;needs you to know that His love is unconditional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;values your quiet time with Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wants you to know how much He cares for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;wants to hold you in His arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants you to place Him in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;treasures your spirit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;can't wait to see you running towards Him in sad and happy moments&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;loves you for who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;loves the way you make Him feel (whenever you praise Him!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wants to be with you everywhere and everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wants you
