<?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-295291999814939557</id><updated>2012-02-13T07:58:10.136+08:00</updated><category term='People'/><category term='Life'/><category term='God&apos;s Love'/><category term='Cool'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Great Stories'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Roman Catholics'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Issues'/><title type='text'>夕阳</title><subtitle type='html'>蓝天是上帝的创作天地，而夕阳是他的杰作。黄昏时分，他拿起画笔，在蓝白拌和的画布上随意挥洒，形成了色彩艳丽的彩霞，增添这世界的姿色，让大地顿时间存活在万花筒内。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5907124666068774409</id><published>2012-02-12T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:58:10.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another exam coming~</title><content type='html'>My 2nd year Continuous Assessment I is coming up in 7 days. But here I am typing this post because my mind just can’t concentrate on my revision these few days. Is it because of hormonal fluctuation problem or it’s just me lacking some self-discipline here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still quite hard for me to accept the fact that I, as a dental student, need to study all the medical diseases and being assessed for History Taking, Physical Examination, reading radiographs, reading ECG skills.  Stress accumulates as I try to remember the medical facts. Memorizing all the diseases pathology, pathogenesis, clinical features, treatment, management and drugs name are killing me! They might go in now and quietly sneak out of my head after awhile.  That’s so frustrating! My brain cells are degenerating.  Are they? Or they just boycotting medical stuff, refuse to take in these irrelevant info? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5907124666068774409?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5907124666068774409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-exam-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5907124666068774409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5907124666068774409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-exam-coming.html' title='Another exam coming~'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-8225940480818190590</id><published>2011-11-10T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:17:05.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Stories'/><title type='text'>Even Monkey is More Civilized Nowadays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBl1WM6BDUc/Truv-27x6FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/uaYw6S_HvJU/s1600/301904_298239533538555_128378787191298_1077038_269722400_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" width="279" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBl1WM6BDUc/Truv-27x6FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/uaYw6S_HvJU/s400/301904_298239533538555_128378787191298_1077038_269722400_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture.  What do you think is the incident behind this scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when an explosion hit a factory in Nanjing, China on 28th July 2010.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seen that this monkey ran out from the explosion site, while carrying a puppy in its arms.  It is so warm-hearted to see animals having the caring and loving personality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it seems that some human are not having those traits? Judging from day to day incidents happening around the globe, mankind has evolved from barbarians to civilized population and then to careless-materialistic-realistic-selfish population.  Look at the incident in China where a 2 year-old kid was knocked out and run over by several cars, while the passers-by just act like nothing serious has happened.  Now I respect animals more than mankind.  &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/-9WQaYRfQVBk/TruyWvVrLSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bqpD3X0Nnmc/s1600/0019b93bd68d1007264007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WQaYRfQVBk/TruyWvVrLSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bqpD3X0Nnmc/s400/0019b93bd68d1007264007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, WAKE UP!!!  If not, the plot in the movie 'The Rise of The Planet Apes' is going to take place in this earth soon... LOL~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-8225940480818190590?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/8225940480818190590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/11/even-monkey-is-more-civilized-nowadays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/8225940480818190590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/8225940480818190590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/11/even-monkey-is-more-civilized-nowadays.html' title='Even Monkey is More Civilized Nowadays'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBl1WM6BDUc/Truv-27x6FI/AAAAAAAAAb8/uaYw6S_HvJU/s72-c/301904_298239533538555_128378787191298_1077038_269722400_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-2195336845457127335</id><published>2011-11-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:27:38.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>You thought you treat people nicely and you would get the same in return.  But in reality, this is not always true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on earth seems to establish relationship based on advantages, unfortunately.  It might be once in a life time chance to find someone who is not genetically related to you to actually care about you at all times.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to even find a friend and talk your problems out.  They either don't care or they are just too busy with their lives.  They don't say it but you know what's the monologue in their heart : "Hey, it's holiday and I have my wonderful plannings going on. Please don't disturb me." or "Can you leave me alone? I have books to study and assignments to do!" or "All you've said are just small matters.  Why make it seems like a big deal?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sensitive to feel people's emotion, so I can straight away point their feelings out through their words, facial expression or body language.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I care for people, I do it sincerely.  And if you treat me nicely, I will treat you 10 times nicer.  That's me.  Sometimes, I doubt whether I should care for others so much.  Not to say I want all of them to treat me nicely in return, but at least there's a listener there when I need one.  Its very suffocating when I have to bear all the hard feelings inside and stresses and not be able to let it out.  I hope I can still keep the blood pressure down. But for sure, there will be a volcanic eruption soon or I'll just retreat from these realistic world socially.  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-2195336845457127335?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/2195336845457127335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/11/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2195336845457127335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2195336845457127335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/11/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5403852554783453009</id><published>2011-09-09T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T01:03:33.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Time to Go Back</title><content type='html'>3 months passed just like that.  Before my long holiday starts, I have planned a bunch of stuff in my mind to accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;I ate countless bowl of Laksa Sarawak, Kolo Mee &amp; Claypot Mee; &lt;br /&gt;brushed up my beading skill; &lt;br /&gt;planted vege; &lt;br /&gt;baked bread &amp; cakes; &lt;br /&gt;worked as a free housemaid for my family; &lt;br /&gt;painted &amp; decorated my house etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.................................... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's always a BUT~~~ I failed to accomplish one of the most important tasks------ study/revise.  Ohh, just couldn't bare all the distractions back in hometown when it's HOLIDAY! How to have study mood during my precious lovely holiday? Ok, they are excuses. I am just lazy to read up.  :P  Just hope that my memory isn't that bad yet to forget ALL my 1st year stuff... Then my Viva sure 'kena tarik balik'...hahaha... *mouth crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going back to that entertainmentless state tomorrow. Reluctant is the only word to describe my feeling now. How nice if Unimas offers Dentistry, then I could stay here with my family.  Well, life doesn't go exactly as we want them to be.  So, I'll just have to face the reality. Hopefully no tears shed at the airport.  Mummy, Daddy, I Love You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5403852554783453009?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5403852554783453009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-time-to-go-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5403852554783453009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5403852554783453009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-time-to-go-back.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Go Back'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-4132538942659615520</id><published>2011-08-29T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:04:28.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Yeay! I've made it ~~</title><content type='html'>Hehe... I've finally accomplished my mission --&gt; A computer guide book for MUMMY....and it's her birthday present!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've set this mission like 3 years ago? But was never free enough to start working on it. Hope it turns out beneficial for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a personal assistant to my mum, especially when dealing with computers, which is one of her BIGGEST phobia. Hehehe... Typing exam questions, keying in marks, typing exercises, creating decoration design for backdrop etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is in front of the computer alone, I can always detect some screaming noises coming from the study room. Of course she is not screaming over some minor stuff; I taught her complex functions of Words &amp; Excel so that she can fully utilize it in her tasks.  Although I've taught her many times and she tried jotting down the steps, it seems that she messed everything up.  But honestly, she has improved a lot compared to 10 years back, just that she can get forgetful sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be by her side to assist her these few years, and so I've written the book for her.  It is a step-by-step guide, fully illustrated, covering all the aspects that she needs the most. Hopefully this book can be her soul mate before she retires. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mum!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-4132538942659615520?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/4132538942659615520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/08/yeay-ive-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4132538942659615520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4132538942659615520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/08/yeay-ive-made-it.html' title='Yeay! I&apos;ve made it ~~'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-528321001317049412</id><published>2011-08-10T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:54:26.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe...A Lame Joke~</title><content type='html'>"Why is 6 scared of 7?&lt;br /&gt;Because 7 ate 9." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-528321001317049412?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/528321001317049412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/08/hehea-lame-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/528321001317049412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/528321001317049412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/08/hehea-lame-joke.html' title='Hehe...A Lame Joke~'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5680045708837845643</id><published>2011-08-08T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:02:02.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons Why Terrorists Will Never Succeed in Attacking Malaysia</title><content type='html'>This list is still making me laugh (h/t: Jian). If you have been to Malaysia before, please enjoy, if you haven’t had the chance, here’s ten reasons to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Terrorist decides to blow up KLCC. He drives to KLCC with the intention of planting the bomb there, gets stuck in a 2-hour jam, and blows himself up in frustration. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Terrorist decides to bomb Ipoh as a practice session before targeting KL. He drives for the first time on the highway to Ipoh trusting the signboards to get him there, and ends up in Lumut. Terrorist drowns himself in the sea in frustration. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Terrorist decides to blow up Puduraya. While walking to his destination, the bag in which he keeps his bombs gets snatched by snatch thieves on a motorcycle. He pulls on his bag’s strap desperately and dies after being dragged 100m on the road. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Terrorist decides to blow up Port Klang. He succeeds!! But the next day The Star, NST, Berita Harian and Utusan publish an article on page 10 headlined “Boy playing with fireworks injured in minor explosion.” PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Terrorist decides to bomb Johor Bahru. He rents a house as headquarters and the night before the dastardly deed, three men with parangs break into his house, robs him and kills him. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Terrorist decides to bomb Kedah to paralyze the rice bowl of Malaysia. That night, while secretly setting up the bomb during a heavy thunderstorm (so that no one sees him), Timah Tasoh Dam hits danger level, authorities open the dam gates and he is swept away in the floods. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Terrorist decides to blow up Bukit Bintang. Upon arrival at destination, he is accosted by a pimp and spends the night in the arms of a beautiful woman. At dawn, authorities raid the place and arrest him. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Terrorist decides to blow up the MACC building as he is a strong advocate of corruption. He enters the building, but before he manages to plant his bomb, he is found dead after a fall from the 14th floor window. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Terrorist decides to blow up Serdang Hospital. He enters the hospital lobby, hears a loud crashing sound and looks up to see the ceiling collapsing on him. He dies. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Terrorist decides to blow up Genting Highlands. On the way up the mountain, a speeding bus driven by a 18-year-old boy without a driving licence crashes into his car and kills him instantly. PLAN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: MALAYSIA IS INVINCIBLE TO TERRORIST ATTACKS!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor’s comment: This list was written by Shirley Mohan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5680045708837845643?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5680045708837845643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/08/top-ten-reasons-why-terrorists-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5680045708837845643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5680045708837845643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/08/top-ten-reasons-why-terrorists-will.html' title='Top Ten Reasons Why Terrorists Will Never Succeed in Attacking Malaysia'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-2225630437555895925</id><published>2011-07-23T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:40:20.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Funny but It's Rude</title><content type='html'>My coursemate posts this on his Facebook wall: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate weddings. old people would poke me saying "You're next". They stopped when I started going up to them at funerals and poking them, saying, "You're next".!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-2225630437555895925?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/2225630437555895925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-funny-but-its-rude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2225630437555895925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2225630437555895925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-funny-but-its-rude.html' title='It&apos;s Funny but It&apos;s Rude'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-1890243578591505181</id><published>2011-07-23T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:36:36.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sincere Note to Smokers</title><content type='html'>Dear Smokers, Please get a plastic bag and cover yourself whenever you want to start smoking to enable you to enjoy the smoke 100% by yourself. I don't want any percentage of it nor do my friends who don't smoke. Don't kill me if you want to kill yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, Your Friend : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-1890243578591505181?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/1890243578591505181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/07/sincere-note-to-smokers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1890243578591505181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1890243578591505181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/07/sincere-note-to-smokers.html' title='A Sincere Note to Smokers'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-6258791204257846063</id><published>2011-06-24T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:12:34.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happiness &amp; Sorrows of My Past 1 Year</title><content type='html'>In this post, I would list out my happiest &amp; saddest things that happened to me for my past one year in university. Thinking back the happy moments, it'll always trigger my zygomaticus muscle &amp; move my lips commissure superolaterally. While those sad moments just stimulate my lacrimal gland. Hahahaha...forgive me for the medical jargons...can't help to delete from my mind after 1 year of study. :p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqk3bA11mkI/TgN-dYb36sI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uV_WUM9MC38/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" width="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqk3bA11mkI/TgN-dYb36sI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uV_WUM9MC38/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's continue on with the happy stuff first :&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6kYosF7yJs/TgOAXaj2aPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4fnJGC1nhqE/s1600/images%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6kYosF7yJs/TgOAXaj2aPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4fnJGC1nhqE/s400/images%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a great blessing from God to meet a few brothers and sisters in Christ who really cares for me, loves me, and pampers me like I am one of their family members.  I can always go to them whenever I'm trapped in a stressful situation or I am upset with the life in university.  Gabriel, who consistently sends encouraging bible verses in the beginning of every week, cooks good food and deliver to our windows whenever he is free or during our exams, prays for us when we are weak, be the victim for the juniors to bully, teaches me good beading skills etc.  What an amazing CF president!  Next is Sarah, who really cares for me and treats me sincerely, makes my birthday meaningful, gives me hotdog on Valentine's Day =D (what a surprise! LOL), cooks dessert and prays for me before every exam.  She is the friendliest &amp; lovable senior I've ever met! Of course they are others who are always there to support and care for me, which makes me so touched as I've never experienced such love from non-family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNj910K3Hso/TgOAuBvmH-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/qtCv4HT441k/s1600/images%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" width="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNj910K3Hso/TgOAuBvmH-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/qtCv4HT441k/s400/images%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJcPbZIzy7g/TgOAuA9ag8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/QwJg7A-G4ig/s1600/images%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJcPbZIzy7g/TgOAuA9ag8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/QwJg7A-G4ig/s400/images%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had really experienced God's love in person and learned to trust Him in making changes in my life.  I feel really powerless to remember every single thing in every block before Professional Exam, and I decided to just study as much as I could and trust Him to do the rest for me.  Faith is the only thing that I hold on to before stepping into the examination hall, believing Him that He'll guide me through.  And amazingly, He has awarded me with great results that I've never expected.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIlT-hDuO4o/TgOA9Ri43MI/AAAAAAAAAbc/pdnMA9Lt2uI/s1600/images%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIlT-hDuO4o/TgOA9Ri43MI/AAAAAAAAAbc/pdnMA9Lt2uI/s400/images%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A bunch of crazy dental &amp; medical students having fun while studying serious stuff]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a circle of friends who are quite crazy (not as crazy as Form 5 or Form 6 friends) and who invented more nicknames for me. But sad thing is that they only discover my craziness towards the end of our academic session. Hahaha... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of sad things that I really care for and will never forget them.  Coz they really hurt me. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvu-xTiYVD0/TgOBVXkj9JI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i-3NwGkY3c4/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvu-xTiYVD0/TgOBVXkj9JI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i-3NwGkY3c4/s400/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday.  They celebrated for my two not-so-close friends(lets call them Ms. A &amp; Ms. B) and me 2 weeks before my birthday because PRO exam was approaching.  Actually the birthday celebration was meant for Ms. A and they invite most of her friends.  Only a few faces that I'm familiar with appear.  I am contented actually.  But the saddest thing is that one of the organizer accidentally said that it was incidentally that they celebrated for me. 顺便... I was deeply hurt.  On the actual day of my birthday, none of my dental friends celebrated for me as well coz they were all busy studying for exam.  Yet, they celebrated for another friend when exam is 1 week ahead.  It was an awful, meaningless, frustrated birthday I've ever had. T.T Luckily, my senior sincerely visited me and bought me cakes + lunch + dinner.  This helps me swallow my sorrow back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZTrEC3Gkco/TgOBcFjKrII/AAAAAAAAAbs/p7Qfw493PxA/s1600/ima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="84" width="88" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZTrEC3Gkco/TgOBcFjKrII/AAAAAAAAAbs/p7Qfw493PxA/s400/ima.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People misunderstood me as being too proud of myself when I introduce myself this way : "Hi. My name is xxx. I know it's hard for people to remember my name since I have no Christian's name. But there's a trick and I'll teach you that.  Just remember the number 1 and the letter C."  Rumours all about this spreaded to the whole campus and seniors came warning me to be humble and quiet.  And I ended up being very careful in speech and remain quite and introvert for the 1st few months in USMKK.  No close friends at all to turn to in the beginning.  I called my parents everyday and cried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few things that happened and had left marks all over my heart for the past year.  Just hope happy things keep blooming while sad things don't repeat for the rest of my uni life in USMKK. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zf6OW41wGW0/TgOCDSGraEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ER9FsdK1S2M/s1600/index%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" width="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zf6OW41wGW0/TgOCDSGraEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ER9FsdK1S2M/s400/index%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-6258791204257846063?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/6258791204257846063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiness-sorrows-of-my-past-1-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6258791204257846063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6258791204257846063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiness-sorrows-of-my-past-1-year.html' title='Happiness &amp; Sorrows of My Past 1 Year'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqk3bA11mkI/TgN-dYb36sI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uV_WUM9MC38/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-8124519683952890481</id><published>2011-05-09T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:10:37.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>Miracles Happen because of God's Grace</title><content type='html'>Time really really flies in USM.  It has been a year now since I enter this "deserted" university in Kubang Kerian, Kelantan.  Hahaha... Just finished Phase 1 Professional Exam a few days ago and started my movie marathon since then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I was still busy with the CNY performance a few months back, balancing dancing training with academic stuff.  Everyday, I had at least 4 hours of dancing practice plus at least 4 lecture notes to read up.  It was quite stressful but I really did have fun! CNY was closely followed by Selanjar 3 (CA), which all the Chinese feeling quite tense up since we had been submerged in the performance too much that we had lost our directions academic wise.  But really thank God that I manage to score an A in the exam.  Hehehe.... Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to prepare for PRO 2 months before, but it seems like I can't get the right mood to concentrate and focus on my studies.  Homesickness is the main problem.  So, I decided to go home during the first week of study week.  I planned to finish at least 4 blocks of notes at home, but guess what? I was addicted to TV shows throughout the week and only managed to scan through less than 3 blocks of notes.  Anyway, charging up at home brought new breath to my revision back in the hostel.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading and memorizing are totally two different things.  And so, I get really frustrated when PRO approaches, realizing that I wasn't able to recall most of the things I read previously.  The only thing I was able to do is to pray hard.  And this time round, I know deep in my heart that I wouldn't be able to do it without God's guidance and blessings.  Finally, I learnt to let God and let go.  For every exam paper that I sat, I went in with a calm heart and strong faith.  It was amazing to have that kind of feeling, especially during this major exam as I've never experienced such calmness ever.  Praise the Lord! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted a pass for this exam so that I can get the ticket to go into 2nd year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, the VIVA list has been released.  My friends urge me to go and check whether I am in the list.  And my only reply was,"Ahhh, its is impossible for me to be in the list." I was still doing beads and then I received a call from PPSG admin, asking me to go for VIVA interview tomorrow!!! Arghhhhh!!! I was so shocked that I manage to get an A for PRO! I was still trembling after putting down the phone, knowing that I'll be shoot by a panel of doctors tomorrow during the VIVA interview.  I just don't want to be embarrased.  So, should I continue reading tonight or should I just enjoy myself (being shoot by the doctors 2mrw)? Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's grace really guides me through all these and I am grateful for everything that He has given me in life.  Thank God! God is good all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-8124519683952890481?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/8124519683952890481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/05/miracles-happen-because-of-gods-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/8124519683952890481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/8124519683952890481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/05/miracles-happen-because-of-gods-grace.html' title='Miracles Happen because of God&apos;s Grace'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-2510491262044859281</id><published>2011-01-26T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T03:08:20.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Now it is just 2 days away from CNY break, another precious 1 week break that we get out of the 'hustle and bustle' life of a medical/dental student.  As usual, the holiday is not for us to sit back, relax and celebrate CNY since Selanjar 3 is coming very very soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here for 7 months???!!! And PRO exam is in 3 months time????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEART ATTACK or should I say CARDIAC INFARCTION...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-2510491262044859281?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/2510491262044859281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2510491262044859281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2510491262044859281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-7631235841698863472</id><published>2010-09-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:10:51.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>1st Selanjar Exam soon...</title><content type='html'>Just a short update...&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to the Friday-is-a-rest-day state in 3 days time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having 2 exams in the coming 2 weeks, dental exam followed by medical exam.&lt;br /&gt;I've read through the notes for dental syllabus but piles of medical notes are still waiting for me.  Nothing seems to be absorbed into my mind now.  It's so stressful.  I am not sure whether I want to have this kind of life for the next 5 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-7631235841698863472?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/7631235841698863472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-selanjar-exam-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/7631235841698863472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/7631235841698863472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-selanjar-exam-soon.html' title='1st Selanjar Exam soon...'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5101889285903312051</id><published>2010-08-04T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:56:09.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>University life started 3 weeks ago.  Such a short period of time huh? And currently, I am having convo break for one week. &lt;br /&gt;But I am feeling tonnes of stress on me already.  It is like having thousands of concretes, enough to build a 30-storey building, on my shoulders.  Heavy and suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether it's my mind which increases the level of stress activity in myself.  &lt;br /&gt;First, I have to follow all the medical lectures as well as my own dental lectures.  Imagine the lecture notes that I have to go through.  Every words count.  &lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we have language classes and we are given tasks to complete : Oral presentation, job interview, assignments, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, we have Teras Keusahawanan which is a compulsory unit to be taken for our first semester.  We'll have Jualan Keusahawanan very soon, interviews on entrepreneurs, individual and group presentation, report writing, proposal writing and etc.  &lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, we have to participate in some activities to gain merit points so that we are eligible to stay in the hostel for the coming academic session.  So, I am in the Sponsorship EXCO team for Projek Hari Terbuka Desa and I have to search for sponsors.  I am also involved in performances for Mooncake Festival and Borneo Night.  Practices are conducted at night, which means I don't really have time to do sufficient revision as every practice session takes up to 2 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;I need His guidance and strength to help me through all these.  God, please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5101889285903312051?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5101889285903312051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/08/university-life-started-3-weeks-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5101889285903312051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5101889285903312051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/08/university-life-started-3-weeks-ago.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-1438247435510340587</id><published>2010-06-21T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:12:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USM Interview 2010 - A Delayed Post</title><content type='html'>So I passed my MUNSYI test and was given the 'ticket' to attend the interview for DENTISTRY course in USM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview time : 8:30 a.m. (as stated in the electronic 'ticket')&lt;br /&gt;Interview venue : Riverside Majestic Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally came and I arrived Majestic Hotel at 8:00 a.m., thinking I was the earliest.  But when the lift door opened, I figured I might be the latest to arrive.  Hahaha...It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic to be interviewed, so am I.  I was rehearsing the expected interview situation with my friend, exchanging opinions on what questions were most likely to be asked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9 a.m., the interviewers finally came.  I overheard an interviewer saying that Dentistry interviewee will be tested on their hand skills.  A jaw-dropping news for everyone involved.  There were around 45 people (Sarawakians) shortlisted for the interview, if I'm not mistaken.  And we were divided into 2 groups according to alphabetical orders.  I was in the second group. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for around 2 hours for the first group to finish their hand skill test, it's out turn.  There were a projector, 6 long tables (2 person for each table), chairs and an IMPORTANT-LOOKING PERSONNEL (but I have forgotten his name...LOL!) in the room.  He introduced himself as a academic staff in USM(Health Campus).  Although he is a Malay, he speaks fluent English and he is very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first round, we were asked to answer questionnaires, the questions that were much similar to the MUNSYI test questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second round, it was the much anticipating activity : HAND SKILLS TEST.  We were supplied with silverish-normal-looking plier (which costs RM1000++), a 5cm So the IMPORTANT-LOOKING PERSONNEL explains thoroughly what we were supposed to do and he also played an step-by-step instructive video on &lt;b&gt;HOW TO BEND A WIRE&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Using the 5cm long and 0.7mm thick wire, the Adam plier, and a ruler, we were supposed wire into an angled Ohm (Ω) shape. (5 straight sides)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not as easy as it looks because all the angles must be 90 degrees sharp and the end product must lay flat on the table surface.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some interviewee who were twice my size but they can't seem to even bend the wire.  They complained that their hands were painful when bending the wire.  Luckily, the IMPORTANT-LOOKING PERSONNEL were helpful enough to teach them (one-to-one).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we were given 15 minutes to complete the task, but the IMPORTANT-LOOKING PERSON totally ignored that and allow us to try several attempts until all of us were satisfied and ready to hand in the end product.  He even replayed the instructive video throughout the task.  Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 12 noon and the first badge had not finished their interview session.  So we were given an 1 hour time break to have lunch and come back around 1:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are. 12 people sitting outside the interview room, waiting for the interviewer.  The officer said the interviewer were having lunch and they should be back around 2pm.  We waited and waited and waited and finally came back.  Guess what? It was 2:45p.m. already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person had around 15 to 20 minutes of interview session.  Some interviewee were kind enough to share with us the questions they asked.  While waiting, we constantly went to the bathroom to 'reheat' ourselves as we felt that we were in Arctic. -.-' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4:30 p.m., the waiting isle is empty, except us, still waiting PATIENTLY outside the interview room.  For your information, I was the second last in the name list.  And I waited till 6:10p.m. FOR MY TURN TO BE INTERVIEWED! I was not nervous anymore.  Tiredness had conquered my soul. So, I went in the room and responded naturally to their questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No self-introduction this time round. They'll ask about your family background.  Didn't ask for my certificates too. Just plain talking.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st Question (in BM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah yang menjadi inspirasi anda untuk menjadi seorang doktor gigi? Dan apakah sebab-sebab anda bercita-cita untuk mencenderungkan diri dalam bidang pergigian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd Question (in BM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kriteria-kriteria yang anda perlukan untuk menjadi seorang doktor gigi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*told me a joke that is not even funny* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd Question (in English):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are working in a clinic, who are the personnel that you have to cooperate with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th Question (you can choose your own language to answer situational questions):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(they purposely give me this question because my dad is a civil engineer)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your father dreamed to become a civil engineer but he could not achieve this ambition due to family problem.  He asked you to pursue the same field in order to realize his dream.  But you have your own ambition.  What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you answer, they'll keep questioning you and drilling you until they are satisfied with your performance.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5th Question (in English):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we offer you a place in USM? What qualities you have that others don't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be relaxed and answer questions sincerely from your heart help a lot in going through the interview smoothly.  But you'll need to do research about the respective university and your chosen course before you step into the interview room.  The interviewers love to see one prepare themselves with real facts and strong points.  At least that was my experience. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-1438247435510340587?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/1438247435510340587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/06/usm-interview-2010-delayed-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1438247435510340587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1438247435510340587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/06/usm-interview-2010-delayed-post.html' title='USM Interview 2010 - A Delayed Post'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-890302238492507107</id><published>2010-06-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:38:20.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Laughter - Only Happens In Malaysia</title><content type='html'>My mum just came back from polyclinic.  Oh, for those who don't know what's a polyclinic, let me clear your doubts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polyclinic is a clinic run by government to serve its people. There are doctors, nurses, medical assistants and medical officers working in the polyclinic.  Mind you that when you seek for treatment in polyclinics, you might see a medical assistant instead of a qualified doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the case.&lt;br /&gt;My mum told the medical assistant that she is suffering from joint pains.  &lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was what happened next.  Guess what the Medical Assistant said?&lt;br /&gt;Medical assistant asked her, "Why?" The tune of him asking makes it even more funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't he supposed to figure out the reason why my mum is having joint pains?  If my mum could diagnose her illness, then they could have swapped place.  Hahaha...Only in Malaysia. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-890302238492507107?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/890302238492507107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/06/laughter-only-happens-in-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/890302238492507107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/890302238492507107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/06/laughter-only-happens-in-malaysia.html' title='A Laughter - Only Happens In Malaysia'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-7589840912251021971</id><published>2010-06-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:43:38.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USM here I come!</title><content type='html'>I guess I am very lucky to be offered a place in USM as a dental student.  I have read from various websites where students said that they take into account of your results, extra curricular activities, interview and family background in the university filter process.  With an STPM CGPA of 3.92 out of 4.00, extra curricular activity CGPA of 9.04 out of 10.00, and being totally honest about my parents' income; I thought I would not get an offer from USM, the APEX uni, especially in Dentistry because the vacancies are really limited.  Try to imagine that only 50 seats are available for the both the STPM and Matric students.  And I am one of the lucky ones.  Thank God for guiding me and giving me the strength all this while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's fear that I need to overcome after accepting this offer.  I need to leave home and I would certainly be homesick even a day away from my family, especially my mother.  The relationship between my mother and I is very close.  No gap at all.  And I am worried about her after I leave Kuching.  Tears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can cope with these changes.  Praying hard that my parents will be healthy and happy always. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-7589840912251021971?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/7589840912251021971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/06/usm-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/7589840912251021971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/7589840912251021971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/06/usm-here-i-come.html' title='USM here I come!'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-7970996664979431734</id><published>2010-05-21T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:02:04.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Saleswoman</title><content type='html'>I hate this saleswoman beside me. When we want to order products from you, we'll inform you.  You don't have to advertise every product of yours.  Stop talking please.  And why do you always want to persuade me to become your sales agent? She said,"Why do you want to be doctor or dentist? No use. Follow me and you can earn lots of money!" Hmmm....leave me alone please. If you are earning money, why don't your kids follow you to be sales agent? After your kids have ventured into this field, then you can come and try to persuade me, ok? :)  &lt;br /&gt;For the time being, please LEAVE ME ALONE. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-7970996664979431734?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/7970996664979431734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/05/saleswoman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/7970996664979431734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/7970996664979431734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/05/saleswoman.html' title='Saleswoman'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-1613095823581140046</id><published>2010-05-20T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:38:48.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生气就可以不讲话吗?</title><content type='html'>常人生气了一段时间，就会渐渐恢复正常的情绪。&lt;br /&gt;可是有些人生气了，就把气藏在心中，一句话都不要讲，这算什么嘛？又不是不懂得沟通，有话就坦诚，为什么要从早到晚摆着一副黑脸，嘴巴也好像沾到强力胶般打不开。。。咳，看来只好等到他/她气消了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-1613095823581140046?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/1613095823581140046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1613095823581140046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1613095823581140046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='生气就可以不讲话吗?'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5619780010144147302</id><published>2010-05-12T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:17:53.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After STPM 6</title><content type='html'>I was called back to school to be a temporary teacher for another 3 days.  2 teachers were sent to take courses and the principal decided to hire 2 temporary teachers to replace them.  This would reduce so much burden to other teachers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal DID NOT really asked,"Do you want to come back and teach for another 3 days?"  LOL!! At least this is what I expected. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tone was like this,"I need two temporary teachers next week.  Besides you, I need another teacher.  You have friends? Help me search for another yea...."  I DON'T HAVE CHOICE!! I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE TIME TO THINK!! Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would say I had a great teaching experience this time round. Class management ran smoothly.  Year 6 students were very obedient and easy to control.  No discipline problem at all.  Cute too! LOL...Love to tease them and they can't even answer back! Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching Year 5 art subject too.  Their teacher asked me to give them an art test. &lt;br /&gt;Title : Local Fruits&lt;br /&gt;And they kept asking: &lt;br /&gt;Teacher, are apples/orange/grapes/pineapples/etc considered as local fruits?  &lt;br /&gt;So, to save all the trouble, I searched my 'art piece' and paste it on the board so that they can copy and paste (If they could...LOL!! ^^)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught Year 1 English Language.  1B was pretty naughty.  And their class teacher wasn't any better.  Not from the naughty aspect, but in terms of moral.  Impolite!   &lt;br /&gt;Here's the situation:&lt;br /&gt;Bell rang and I walked down to the class.  The class teacher was still in the class, asking a student to finish up his homework.  Okay, I would say this is normal.  But I waited for 10 minutes outside the classroom, UNDER THE SUN! And she knew I was there and didn't even say,"Can you please wait for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;I was like,"Excuse me, I am your colleague now, pay a bit respect k!  I might not be a qualified teacher, but most probably I can teach better than you do!"&lt;br /&gt;I was in class with my mum since I was young, observing her teaching process...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't say it out though.  Just a bit frustrated at that moment.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;I don't respect this kinda teacher.  She was supposed to help my mum to decorate the backdrop, but it ended up me doing all her work.  When it was her turn taking charge, she would tell the principal everything she did, just to boast herself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, over with that.  *Continue the above story*  Then, when she came out of the class, she dragged 2 naughty students out and punished them to stand outside.  She doesn't allow them to come in although it was my turn to teach them.  Then after 5 minutes, one of the top admin walked pass my class.  She asked why did I punish them to stand outside the classroom. Hey, which eyes of yours tells you that I punished them, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many of my previous students.  I thought they won't bother to even remember me.  Haha...but they surprised me.  While I was UNDER THE SUN(refer to the above story), 2P students gathered outside their classroom and kept shouting,"杨老师！" for countless time until I went into the classroom. OMG! Other classes were having their lessons and these kids just don't know how to control themselves.  They shouted from one end of the building to the other end. I was so embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all about it.  I stopped teaching today.  Now comes the preparation for my USM Dentistry interview. Nervous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5619780010144147302?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5619780010144147302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-after-stpm-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5619780010144147302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5619780010144147302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-after-stpm-6.html' title='Life After STPM 6'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-1628664982132679258</id><published>2010-04-23T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:48:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Nowadays</title><content type='html'>Having a really bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;Back stabbed by a kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to this kid:&lt;br /&gt;- 8 years old&lt;br /&gt;- bald&lt;br /&gt;- was my student (I worked as a temporary teacher a month ago)&lt;br /&gt;- very dishonest&lt;br /&gt;- greedy &lt;br /&gt;- having numerous disciplinary problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stopped teaching on 1st April 2010.  I was the class teacher of 2P and this kiddo was in my class.  I had to collect computer fees of RM 10 monthly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mom came back from school and told me this shocking incident:&lt;br /&gt;Your ex-student, XXX, told his current class teacher that you had collected his computer fees but didn't hand it in to the management.  &lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Wat the....., I didnt receive even a cent from him!"&lt;br /&gt;He insisted that I corrupted the computer fees.  And so, thanks to the management's trust in me, they know that the kid is lying.  They pretended to call the police and finally he confessed, "I lost it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he has confessed everything, it's still unfair for me.  Polluted my name in front of all the teachers and students.  So frustrated now.  I've did my best to teach them and this is the only 'gift' I received.  Gonna leave the teaching field forever and ever.  Now I realised that a teacher is not a respected profession anymore, most parents look down upon teachers.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Doing yoga to calm myself down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-1628664982132679258?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/1628664982132679258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/kids-nowadays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1628664982132679258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1628664982132679258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/kids-nowadays.html' title='Kids Nowadays'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-313917286533947074</id><published>2010-04-21T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:12:12.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Currently In Love With.......THE VOCA PEOPLE!!!</title><content type='html'>Just watch the videos and I am sure you'll be amazed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6EYrqIn0yI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6EYrqIn0yI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, visit their website : &lt;a href="http://www.voca-people.com/"&gt;www.voca-people.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-313917286533947074?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.voca-people.com' title='Currently In Love With.......THE VOCA PEOPLE!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/313917286533947074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently-in-love-withthe-voca-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/313917286533947074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/313917286533947074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently-in-love-withthe-voca-people.html' title='Currently In Love With.......THE VOCA PEOPLE!!!'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-4826207875767721981</id><published>2010-04-17T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:10:20.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What A Great Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just had my birthday celebration with friends (16/04/2010).&amp;nbsp; It's my first time to celebrate with friends though.&amp;nbsp; Felt really excited and happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Kado Cafe, a cosy cafe situated behind Lok Thian Restaurant, non-air conditioned, but with fantastic decorations.&amp;nbsp; Pei Zam was already there waiting for us when we arrived at around 6:55pm.&amp;nbsp; She reached there 30 minutes before us.&amp;nbsp; What a pity to have her waiting for us, the VIPs. LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(We = Karen @ Master of BL Zoo, Siew Lin @ The Royal Cow, Phyllis @ Piggy Choo, Jennifer @ Eagle, Me @ _ _ _ _ _ &amp;lt;&amp;gt; _ _ _ _&amp;nbsp;*secret)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We talked and laughed all the time.&amp;nbsp; It had been a while since we gathered and went crazy like that.&amp;nbsp; Piggy and The Royal Cow went to the&amp;nbsp;toilet a few times that I thought they were having bladder problems.&amp;nbsp; LOL... After we had finished our dishes, The Royal Cow came back with a Chocolate Cake!!!! Arghhhhh...I went crazy...Chocholate-rich cake...My favourite flavour... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S8ijX9Ny1oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ssa3kAQl6y0/s1600/IMG_2031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S8ijX9Ny1oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ssa3kAQl6y0/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;We asked the waiter to switch off the fan as the candles couldn't be lighted up.&amp;nbsp; Then we were asked to change to another interior room, with no fan, no air-conditioned.&amp;nbsp; After taking photos, we switched again to another section of the restaurant because it was too hot.&amp;nbsp; The waiter had to clean three sections all together.&amp;nbsp; Poor him.&amp;nbsp; We called him 'uncle' although he was not old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pei Zam and Jennifer had to leave earlier as they have other plans/transport problem.&amp;nbsp; We continued chit-chatting for an hour or so and decided to change another location.&amp;nbsp; Switch atmosphere. Teehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Tarrots Cafe at Jalan Kereta Api.&amp;nbsp; Had another round of drinks and played UNO too.&amp;nbsp; It had been ages since I played UNO.&amp;nbsp; Can't remember a thing about it.&amp;nbsp; *embarrased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Before we left the last location, The Royal Cow took out a present from her bag, asking me to open it up on the spot.&amp;nbsp; I was too 'shy' to do it in front of them...LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all about it.&amp;nbsp; This birthday celebration will be embedded in my memory and my heart forever.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to my lovely friends.&amp;nbsp; Muacks!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now it's 1:40a.m. and I am still awake, fully powered due to the happiness, excitedness and&amp;nbsp;craziness experienced.&amp;nbsp; =P&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S8iit4W9lwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GETJE8sHq0k/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S8iit4W9lwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GETJE8sHq0k/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely present from Cathy Lam, Phyllis Jap, Karen Chong, Jennifer Ng and Pei Zam .... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-4826207875767721981?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/4826207875767721981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-great-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4826207875767721981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4826207875767721981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-great-night.html' title='What A Great Night!'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S8ijX9Ny1oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ssa3kAQl6y0/s72-c/IMG_2031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-3538798285249790565</id><published>2010-04-11T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:57:44.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Grey Area in Life Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve been living for almost twenty years and still can’t understand the meaning of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should we strive, to challenge ourselves to do our best in everything, and to utilize every bit of talent or wisdom God has given us to become someone successful in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should we just stay cheerful and live our life the way we like? As people always quote, “Life is short. Live it the way you want it to be.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some people, the two statements can be merged into one good sentence, and be practiced in their life as well. For example, a musician can live a happy and meaningful life and be successful in his career. Minorities can achieved this balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In comparison, a doctor, who strives hard to study all the human anatomy and stuffs his brain with unlimited increasing knowledge, can’t be cheerful always. Disappointment and depression are always by his side. He might miss many beautiful things in life, such as the precious moments with their love ones. Majorities fall into this group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For most people, it resembles the case of the doctor. The two lifestyles are just like a pair of parallel lines. Never meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But we always hear that doctors are serving God, as they are appointed specifically by Him. Is this what life is all about? About serving Him the way He wants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-3538798285249790565?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/3538798285249790565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/grey-area-in-life-philosophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3538798285249790565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3538798285249790565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/grey-area-in-life-philosophy.html' title='Grey Area in Life Philosophy'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-1416765138314509897</id><published>2010-04-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:32:00.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life After STPM 5    :)</title><content type='html'>Yeehaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have regained my freedom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; I don't have to wake up at 5.45 am every morning, just to get to school by 6.20 am.&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; I don't have to prepare teaching materials until 12 midnight, which is way much more boring than doing homework.&amp;nbsp; :P&lt;br /&gt;3)&amp;nbsp; I don't have to read any unreadable handwriting anymore, which resets my vision and brain to their original NORMAL settings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp; I don't have shout my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;5)&amp;nbsp; I don't have to write record books and teaching plannings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have received my salary!! A cheque....My first pay!!! It feels good.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-1416765138314509897?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/1416765138314509897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-after-stpm-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1416765138314509897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1416765138314509897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-after-stpm-5.html' title='Life After STPM 5    :)'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-4270409340735670995</id><published>2010-03-15T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:44:04.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>Dentistry or Medicine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've applied for IPTA recently, putting Dentistry as my first choice and Medicine as my second choice.&amp;nbsp; However, I heard from an SUPP counsellor, saying that I have a higher chance of getting Medicine because there are more seats offered for Medicine course. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best ending I could have is to get a Dentistry offer letter from any local universities.&amp;nbsp; However, if it turns out as what the counsellor has predicted, I won't be upset, but I won't be too happy either.&amp;nbsp; Thinking of the future of a doctor alone is driving me crazy.&amp;nbsp; The formula generated in my nightmare :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a doctor = Working for 36 hours (on-call) = No hibernation for a bear = Self-torture = No life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, if an IPTA offer letter for Medicine course is mailed to me, should I :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(A) reject it and opt for Dentistry course in private universities?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(B) accept it joyfully and be a good doctor in the future? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.trb.com/features/family/parenting/blog/decision-making.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blogs.trb.com/features/family/parenting/blog/decision-making.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wrong decisions shall be made now..... :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-4270409340735670995?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/4270409340735670995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/03/dentistry-or-medicine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4270409340735670995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4270409340735670995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/03/dentistry-or-medicine.html' title='Dentistry or Medicine?'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-4561909817444375818</id><published>2010-03-09T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:01:05.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After STPM Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13 more working days to go and I'll be freed from these gaggles of school children.&amp;nbsp; Phewww!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really can't stand the noise made by my students.&amp;nbsp; I don't understand, why they have to shout when their friends are just beside them? Why they need to talk non-stop during the lesson? As far as I know, there's NO rules stating that students have to TALK NON-STOP throughout the lesson.&amp;nbsp; Why they yearn for&amp;nbsp; the teacher to shout at them all the time? Why they are so 'amused' by the cane, that they stop talking and stare at it once I approach them with a cane?&amp;nbsp; LOL!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If your answer sounds like this : It's normal.&amp;nbsp; They are just immature children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, as far as I know, I never behave like these bunch of kids when I were about the same age as them.&amp;nbsp; Even the naughtiest student in my class wouldn't behave like these wild brats (I'm talking about Year 2 and&amp;nbsp; students).&amp;nbsp; It's like I am going into another new world, in which the all these "Na'vi people" are born with hyperactivity nature.&amp;nbsp; They don't understand my language either, as if I am talking alien's language.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The simplest formula to illustrate this situation is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 alien VS 50 Na'vi people = death of the alien, success of the Na'vis.&amp;nbsp; No unobtanium.&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conclusion, I would never throw myself into the education field, especially in teaching primary school children.&amp;nbsp; I'll be dead 20 years earlier due to heart attack/high blood pressure if I am in this field.&amp;nbsp; Being angry every day and scolding people every minute kill me slowly.&amp;nbsp; The end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-4561909817444375818?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/4561909817444375818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-after-stpm-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4561909817444375818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4561909817444375818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-after-stpm-part-4.html' title='Life After STPM Part 4'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5084427656693829928</id><published>2010-02-28T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:15:19.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life After STPM Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The STPM result was released on 25th February 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Thursday and I was still teaching in school when the result is announced.&amp;nbsp; To get rid of the nervousness and anxiousness trapped in my soul, I sms-ed to check my result.&amp;nbsp; After 10 minutes, I received the result.&amp;nbsp; Well, I expect to get 4.0 CGPA but as usual, I am not a very lucky person.&amp;nbsp; Didn't get what I wished for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My result is not a secret.&amp;nbsp; So here you are : 3A, 1A-. CGPA:3.92&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Maths teacher was so shocked when I got an A- for my Maths.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it too.&amp;nbsp; Not that I want to boast myself, but I have put a lot of effort in Maths, as well as other subjects.&amp;nbsp; And I usually get around 85 marks for my Maths.&amp;nbsp; How can that be an A-?&amp;nbsp; Oh well, what can I do?&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our school didn't have straight A's (not including A-) students for 3 years consecutively already.&amp;nbsp; My friends know some of the friends from other schools who manage to get 4.0 CGPA.&amp;nbsp; According to the usual academic performance of these group of people, they didn't have good track results as compared to us, but they got straight A's.&amp;nbsp; What we can deduce from this phenomenon is that, each centre (school) is marked by different group of teachers and therefore, different standards evolved in the marking system.&amp;nbsp; "Un-lucky-ness" has become part of my life.&amp;nbsp; Let me bare with it for another, say, 60 years? (If I can live up to 80 years)&amp;nbsp; LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, get over with the results.&amp;nbsp; Now I have to figure out a way to get myself into the Dentistry programme in local universities.&amp;nbsp; With 300 STPM students getting straight A's and unknown number of Matriculation students emerging this year (predicted to be more than 600 due to the lenient system), I really don't know what is the chance of me getting the course I want.&amp;nbsp; Having told that there are 200 dentistry vacancies and 1000 vacancies in the local universities, I think the chances are getting lower.&amp;nbsp; My dad asked me,"Why you always choose the critical course?"&amp;nbsp; What should I answer him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the government do not offer the course I want this time round, I plan to take overseas course or go into private university.&amp;nbsp; Let the local universities be filled with the 'M' people.&amp;nbsp; I'll serve another country who appreciate me.&amp;nbsp; Failing to secure a JPA scholarship with my 10A1 and 1A2 result has really pissed me off.&amp;nbsp; If I fail to secure a dentistry/medicine seat in local universities, then that's it.&amp;nbsp; I fade up, not with myself.&amp;nbsp; You know the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So currently, I am glued to my laptop whenever I'm free, searching for overseas scholarships and applying for local universities courses.&amp;nbsp; Let's see how it goes.&amp;nbsp; Will update if possible. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5084427656693829928?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5084427656693829928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-after-stpm-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5084427656693829928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5084427656693829928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-after-stpm-part-3.html' title='Life After STPM Part 3'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-9077528486965638025</id><published>2010-02-25T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:54:29.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life After STPM Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teaching Primary 2 is killing my voice box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are 50 students in a class and you need to make sure everyone is doing their job (that is studying) and not making noise or bullying other students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, just by describing here is not enough to make you understand how is the real situation in the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine that one student reports to you that XXX is teasing XXX.&amp;nbsp; Once you have settled this case, another student pops out behind you, pulling your skirt and says,"Teacher, XXX is crying. XXX punches her at the stomach."&amp;nbsp; While you are settling these cases, the other students are making so much noise that it reaches 10000 decibels, or more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This continues on and on until the whole lesson is gone. *it rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Education has changed nowadays.&amp;nbsp; Now, primary school teachers, especially those teaching lower standards classes, are like babysitters, who babysit 50 big babies, and yet only receive the salary from two families.&amp;nbsp; Fair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teaching Year 6 is a totally different experience.&amp;nbsp; They can be controlled but there are still moments for them to be crazy and noisy and annoying.&amp;nbsp; This is acceptable.&amp;nbsp; Just that you have to figure out billions of ways to tackle them and make them your friends.&amp;nbsp; That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teaching Year 4 is the easiest for me.&amp;nbsp; They still believe in lies.&amp;nbsp; Ooopsss... Okay, white lies.&amp;nbsp; Nah, I did not lie to them, but other teachers certainly did.&amp;nbsp; I shall not reveal their names.&amp;nbsp; LOL!!!&amp;nbsp; And Year 4 students are not as mature as Year 6 to debate with you.&amp;nbsp; So no worries.&amp;nbsp; Just go in the class and act fierce and TADARRR, they will be as tame as a cat as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are my experience of teaching primary school students for just TWO days.&amp;nbsp; Still 21 days to go.&amp;nbsp; *Countdown-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wish that these classes are still under my control for the next 21 working days.&amp;nbsp; =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-9077528486965638025?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/9077528486965638025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-after-stpm-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/9077528486965638025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/9077528486965638025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-after-stpm-part-2.html' title='Life After STPM Part 2'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-58214403331979316</id><published>2010-02-25T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:55:06.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life After STPM Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foohhhh.....I neglected my blog because I can't escape from my busy schedule although I should be having holidays now after STPM. *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, a few days back, my dad was watching the news on TV, then he turned to me and said,"Hey, STPM result will be released on the 25th." I turned to him slowly like there's nothing surprising and asked,"You mean 25th March?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He then looked at his watch and said,"Should be 25th February since they announce it so early."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DANG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is the moment I heart stopped beating.&amp;nbsp; Dying -------- Dead................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, I didn't sleep well that few days.&amp;nbsp; Once I think about my result, the chilling sensation run through my limbs and my heart beats like a bullet train.&amp;nbsp; Yeap, BULLET TRAIN.&amp;nbsp; Speed : 350 km per hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Monday morning, my house phone rang.&amp;nbsp; It was my mum calling from her school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum said, "Girl, do you want to teach at your previous primary school?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I said, "HAR????!!!! When? What subject am I teaching? Students of which year am I teaching? Is it a good class or bad class?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum paused for a while and replied me, "Starting from tomorrow onwards.&amp;nbsp; You are teaching English, Chinese, Moral and Music.&amp;nbsp; Your class will be Year 2, Year 4 and Year 6."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shouted,"What?! Can you please let me think for a while and I'll tell you my decision later?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum said,"Cannot.&amp;nbsp; You have to make your decision now, or else, they will find others to fill the vacancy. So okay har?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I replied, "Har.....har.....har.....haiyo....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum said, "I take that as a yes.&amp;nbsp; Okay, BYE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She hung up the phone.&amp;nbsp; And yet, I have not even spoken any words expressing my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now, I am officially a temporary teacher at SJK Chung Hua Batu 4 1/2.&amp;nbsp; My old school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-58214403331979316?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/58214403331979316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-after-stpm-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/58214403331979316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/58214403331979316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-after-stpm-part-1.html' title='Life After STPM Part 1'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-2181162204960062421</id><published>2010-01-12T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:05:04.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay and Booo at the same time...</title><content type='html'>MUET result has been released yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I have achieved what I had targeted for.&amp;nbsp; Thank God.&amp;nbsp; Satisfied!&amp;nbsp; Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I receive my real MUET result slip in school today, I read through the details and guess what? The most important details in the slip cannot be seen clearly!! My big name and my IC number....That is really unlucky.&amp;nbsp; Bet that MPM has run out of ink huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called MPM and they pass my call from the ground floor of the office to the top floor.&amp;nbsp; And I have to explain again and again since each and everyone of them don't know my problem.&amp;nbsp; At the end, they ask me to e-mail my problem to MPM.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how much time it takes them to settle my problem.&amp;nbsp; 1 day? &lt;strike&gt;IMPOSSIBLE...&lt;/strike&gt; 1 week? &lt;strike&gt;Still impossible...&lt;/strike&gt; 1 year? Or I have to wait until the slip expires 5 years later? 100% POSSIBLE....LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TYPICAL DEPARTMENT IN MALAYSIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-2181162204960062421?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/2181162204960062421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeay-and-booo-at-same-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2181162204960062421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2181162204960062421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeay-and-booo-at-same-time.html' title='Yeay and Booo at the same time...'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-1216772074798866424</id><published>2009-12-30T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:30:48.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>没了父爱，连母爱也不要？</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SztyHvX-w1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/9KduRmBPKAg/s1600-h/mother_n_son700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SztyHvX-w1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/9KduRmBPKAg/s320/mother_n_son700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;在教堂里认识了一对母子。孩子的爸爸在孩子才区区两岁的时候，就不声不响离开了家。他离开家当天就将家里所有门锁都换了，还在门前贴了个&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;出售&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;牌子。这婚姻就这样断了，那孩子也就这样没了爸爸。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;那母亲认为孩子没了严 父教导必定会放肆，所以她一直相信“藤鞭”式教育，十分严厉的管教孩子。“打是疼，骂是爱”是她的原则。哪知这孩子越教越坏。上了中学之后，跟了一般猪朋 狗友加入了黑社会，帮忙在校园里为“有难”的同学“解围”，也常常逃课。这母亲因此而慢慢改变了教育方式，不再责骂他，用爱的教育来劝解他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;中学毕业后，家人建议把那儿子送到工艺学校升学，以能远离他那一班坏朋友，希望他能重新出发，也许还会有个美好的未来。孩子强硬拒绝了这个安排，坚持要在城市里的学院升学，并威胁他母亲：“你不要买车子给我，我就不读书。”那还不到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;岁的母亲因为长久将伤痛埋藏在心底，患上了心脏病，正在服用四种药物。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;儿子后来交了个女朋友。女方家长十分反对两人 的关系，霸道的儿子开口说要找人炸了他俩才甘心。母亲深知儿子有可能做出伤天害理的事，恰好当天凌晨三点，儿子的女友拨电话来（给母亲），母亲为了妙龄女 子的前途，决定告诉她儿子的前例。结果，傻乎乎的女友竟然还不知醒悟，向男朋友坦白他妈妈所说的一切。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;最近，事情越闹越僵。有一天，儿子传简讯给妈妈，说：“准备&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;RM 10000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;，汇入我的户口，我现在已经不是你的儿子！你再找她（女朋友），我永远都不会原谅你！”母亲看了，当场崩溃。儿子后来又来了一则短讯：“我决定离家出走了！这不是我的家！如果你不要给我那笔钱，不要紧！至少我的户口里要有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;RM 3000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;，这是我从小的红包钱！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;天下为什么会有如此不孝的儿子？不管怎样，那 诞生妈妈也挨了十几年，一个人辛辛苦苦地把孩子养大，虽然储蓄不多，她尽量带儿子去旅游，给儿子最好的，想弥补他“没爸爸”的空缺。难道这一切都是白费的 吗？也许她施于孩子的启蒙教育不正确，但她有改过啊！孩子不但没感谢妈妈伟大的母爱，还以恶劣的态度对待妈妈，到最后甚至想脱离母子关系！与其养这种孩 子，何不养只狗呢？狗见到主人还会摇尾巴呢，这孩子只会咬她一口，送给了她如次震撼的2010年跨年礼物？真是呜呼哀哉！没了父爱，应该更珍惜母爱嘛！真为那苦命的母亲觉得不值得！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-1216772074798866424?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/1216772074798866424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1216772074798866424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1216772074798866424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='没了父爱，连母爱也不要？'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SztyHvX-w1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/9KduRmBPKAg/s72-c/mother_n_son700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-979549769806612628</id><published>2009-12-13T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:43:06.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Info for IT Consumers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the Kuching ICT Expo (PC Fair), my dad bought me an ACER laptop from Boulevard IT.&lt;br /&gt;*Clarification : This shop has nothing to do with Boulevard The Shopping Mall, it's an ICT shop in Saberkas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a suitable laptop all day long, we decided to buy Acer Aspire model 4736G.&lt;br /&gt;Cost : RM2399.oo&lt;br /&gt;Specifications :&lt;br /&gt;- Intel Core Duo Processor&lt;br /&gt;- NVIDIA GeForce&lt;br /&gt;- 14.0'' HD LED LCD&lt;br /&gt;- 4GB Memory&lt;br /&gt;- 500 GB HDD&lt;br /&gt;- built-in webcam&lt;br /&gt;- genuine Windows 7 + free 1-year antivirus&lt;br /&gt;- Free gifts : Mouse, mouse pad, keyboard protector, screen protector, back pack, spongy laptop case, cooler fan, laptop vacuum cleaner, headphone and the cleaning kit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SySMOK5NwDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/q0BYFhD708k/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SySMOK5NwDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/q0BYFhD708k/s400/IMG_1390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414606827076567090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SySMOvawC4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/TaKWoA0T2pY/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SySMOvawC4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/TaKWoA0T2pY/s400/IMG_1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414606836880903042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving Boulevard IT Store, we asked the promoter to check whether all the package contents were complete.  I thought everything went well.  But when I reached home and started to explore my new laptop, I found something missing.  The most important thing -- the cable connecting the laptop to the power source!!!  It was 3 hours after our purchase.  Wouldn't they notice that there's extra cable in their shop???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.  It was 8:00 pm and we called the store.  Surprisingly, no one picks up the phone.  3 trials in a period of 20 minutes turns out nothing.  So we rushed to the store.  The senior asked the junior to search it somewhere in the store.  And he found it under a pile of papers!!!!!!  What a disorganised store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that pissed me off was the free gift --- screen protector.  Excuse me sir, I am buying a 14.0'' laptop and what did you give me?  A 10.0'' screen protector?!!!! What is wrong with you?? Or you are used to that, buying a XS shirt for your XLL body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home, hoping there's nothing wrong anymore.  So I tried going online with my new laptop.  After around 10 minutes of surfing, my computer suddenly hanged.  Mouse cursor remains static, windows task manager can't be opened...So I switch off  the power source as there were no other ways.  I thought it was me who was too rushed to open a few web pages at once, thus causing the computer to hang.  But after a week or so, I know it wasn't my problem.  I faced the same problem 9 out of 10 times when I am connected to a network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we went back to Boulevard IT store AGAIN!!!!  They don't know what was the problem.  One of the senior said, "Everything is fine LERRRR....nothing wrong LERRR...." and he asks his junior to convey that message to us.  What is wrong with you? We were standing just 3 feet from you and you can't talk to us directly?  IMPOLITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they ask me to surf the net in front of them, and go the website that causes my laptop to hang.  Well, basically, it hangs spontaneously at all websites.  After 10 minutes, nothing happens and the senior smiles.  Excuse me, do you think I am fooling you around and creating stories?  Am I supposed to make the computer hang on the spot so that you can solve the problem? Shiiiishh..what kinda technician is that?  They ask us to go back without giving any advice or suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends out there, never go to Boulevard IT store in Saberkas.  I recommend 3E computer store.  The goods are of lower prices and the technicians were very polite and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never go to Boulevard IT store again.  Sayonara.&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/295291999814939557-979549769806612628?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/979549769806612628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/12/info-for-it-consumers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/979549769806612628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/979549769806612628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/12/info-for-it-consumers.html' title='Info for IT Consumers'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SySMOK5NwDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/q0BYFhD708k/s72-c/IMG_1390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5158773674734433</id><published>2009-12-10T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:56:31.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Over!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after one-and-a-half-year of sufferings, headaches, endurance and examinationssssss in Form 6, STPM is over!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the moment, I'll try to forget about my performance for each paper and have a peaceful and happy life before the result is released!! Oh God, please help me to achieve my goal -- 4.0 CGPA in STPM.  Amen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the last paper, it's like loosening up the rope tighten around our neck all this while.  The members of the animal kingdom (Piggy, Cowy, Teddy, Bunny, Faithy) straight away rush into Kbox in Spring and shout our heart out.  For 3 hours, we sing and fool around and finished 3 jugs of cold drinks. Can't imagine how crazy we were.  RM 17 gone in just 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we are planning to sing karaoke again in Absolute (not really sure where it is, but found it in a web).  RM 10 for students and we can sing for 6 hours.  Bet that we are gonna have husky voice after that singing session.  Can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5158773674734433?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5158773674734433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5158773674734433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5158773674734433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!!'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5450899914082200363</id><published>2009-11-19T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:54:03.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roman Catholics'/><title type='text'>The St. Jude Novena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Holy St. Jude, Apostle and Martyr, great in virtue and rich in miracles.  Near kinsman of Jesus Christ, faithful intercessor of all who invoke your special patronage in time of need, to you I have recourse from the depth of my heart and humbly beg to whom God has given such great power to come to my assistance.  Help me in my present, urgent petition (make your request).  In return I promise to make your name known and cause you to be invoked.  Say three Our Father, three Hail Mary and three The Gloria, St. Jude, pray for me and all who invoke your aid.  Humbly in need of your intercession Amen.  This novena has never been known to fail.  This novena must be said on nine consecutive days.  Publications must be promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5450899914082200363?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5450899914082200363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/11/st-jude-novena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5450899914082200363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5450899914082200363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/11/st-jude-novena.html' title='The St. Jude Novena'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-3930506018588979440</id><published>2009-09-22T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:59:00.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since I left this blog 'dead'.  I did not manage to get any tags done, no updates, nothing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in Form 6, especially Upper 6, is just too busy and hectic.  I am suffocated by exams, school activities, and the pressure to obtain 4.0 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CGPA&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, most of you would say, "Oh, it must be your parents who expect you to have great results." In reality, they don't.  They just hope that I can have a stress-free life, which we know it's impossible for a Form 6 student.  Or you don't? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; you are lucky enough not to go through Form 6.  [Yeah, I am talking about you, Amanda &amp;amp; Sebastian]....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, my goal is to achieve straight A's result for both the trial exam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;.  This means more books, more revision, less/no hibernation time, less/no Internet for me.  I guess I'll faint in the exam hall right after the last paper ends.  Should I reserve an ambulance for myself for the 2 coming months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's pray that I have the determination to endure the hardship and follow exactly the study schedule that I have planned.  If not, I'll be throwing my future into the black hole.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now.  So I guess my next post will be after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;, that will be around December.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope for the best.   =)    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Panda &amp;amp; crabby, if you are reading this, do pray for me..... ;D  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thx&lt;/span&gt; a lot!!!  &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/295291999814939557-3930506018588979440?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/3930506018588979440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3930506018588979440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3930506018588979440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-countdown.html' title='Final Countdown'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-8768280564340204535</id><published>2009-03-17T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:50:01.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Cute Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My grandfather is well-known for his seriousness. He never jokes and seldom smile. There's a big gap between him and his children or grandchildren. After listening to some old-time stories about him, I find that he is actually very cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(This happened 40 years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once upon a time, a salesman came to my grandfather's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Salesman : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sir, our company has come out with this new product.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grandpa   : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not interested...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Salesman : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's okay. I can explain to you about the multi-function product in details later. Sir, you can register your name now and our company will give you a free gift straight away. It's totally free. With your information with us, we can post you the brochures about the newest product of our company. And discounts are given for members only.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Grandpa : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No, thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Salesman : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll help you register now. Sir, may I know what is your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grandpa : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, since you insist, I'll let you know my name.  I'm Muhammad Ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Salesman : ....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313295190360131250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/Sbyd0xg1BrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/x-lDmwtaV7A/s400/ma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Story 2 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;( This happened last Thursday )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ring.......ring........ring".  The phone rang for quite a long time.  My grandpa picked up the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : Hello.  Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Small kid : Dad.....dad......Help!!!! Help!!!!  I've been kidnapped! &lt;em&gt;*sobs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : Tell me what is your name.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Small kid : &lt;em&gt;*keep on crying&lt;/em&gt;....I am your son...help me, dad....I'm scared....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : You have to tell me your name first.  What is your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Mr. X takes over the phone from the kid.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : Your kid has been kidnapped.  You have to pay me RM 100,000.  If not, his limbs will be chopped off one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : Yeah, I know.  I watch television and this is what happens when you kidnapped somebody.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : So, you know what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : If you have kidnapped my kid, you have to give me the chance to verify whether he is really my kid.  Now, pass the phone to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : Cannot.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : What's his surname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : His surname is your surname lar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : How old is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : Eh...why ask so many questions.  You know you have how many children or not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : Of course I know.  I have eight children, 5 sons and 3 daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : Then, you know where they are or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : Yeah.  All of them are married.  Some of them are in United States and some of them are in Peninsular Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : A loh...The one with me now is from United States de lahhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : How old is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : 30+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : I don't have children of that age....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : Ah, soli....he is around 20+....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : Not even close....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : Give me the money or I'll kill him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandpa : He is not my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr. X : Then why did you talk to me for so long? .............( Hang up the phone ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My 87 year-old grandpa actually talked to the guy for more than 30 minutes.  He knew from the beginning that this is a fake phone call from some desperate guy.  My grandpa was questioning and screwing him up like a CID.  Believe it or not? An 87 year-old man who is still so alert and clear-minded....He has finally found another soul mate to talk to....=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think it's a waste of time and is very unlucky....for the caller....LOL!!!! If I am Mr. X, I would have banged my head on the wall.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/295291999814939557-8768280564340204535?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/8768280564340204535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cute-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/8768280564340204535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/8768280564340204535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cute-grandpa.html' title='My Cute Grandpa'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/Sbyd0xg1BrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/x-lDmwtaV7A/s72-c/ma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-4831308479634720171</id><published>2009-03-15T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:38:31.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged!!  Why Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tagged by Mr Sebastian, The Crab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Were you named after anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ No. I am named after alphabets and numbers, i.e. the number &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; and the alphabet &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) When was the last time you cried?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ December 2008.... I woke up in the morning and found myself in tears...I dreamt of killing my mum after doing an abdominal surgery on her...what a weird but scary dream....*tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Do you like your handwriting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Love it... :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) What is your favourite lunch meal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Cheap, delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McValue&lt;/span&gt; Lunch Meal available from 12pm to 3 pm daily in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Do you have kids?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ At this age? No!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) If you were another person, would you be friends with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) Do you use sarcasm?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Yes...always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) Do you still have your tonsils?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;/em&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) Would you bungee jump?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Yes, if the bungee rope is very very new and ISO certified...and I shall have two parachutes with me while bungee jumping... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) What is your favourite cereal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;COCOCRUNCH&lt;/span&gt;....it adds chocolate flavour to the milk too....love everything in chocolate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ No....unless I can't get my feet out of it after much struggling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12) What is your favourite ice cream?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Chocolate mint....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13) What is the first thing you notice about people?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;/em&gt;The way they behave....politely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;civilisedly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;, manly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kia&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14) Red or pink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Pink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15) What is the least favourite thing about yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Perfectionist personality...aims too high and always makes myself stressful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16) Who do you miss the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ My mum....although I'm with her everyday...LOL...I think of her even during school lessons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17) Do you want everyone to complete this list?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Yes if they really have the time to do so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Totally ignore this tag if they have other great stuff to do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I'm doing this tag because I have just finished my exam and have nothing else interesting to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18) What colour pants and shoes are you wearing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Deep blue shorts....I'm not wearing any shoes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19) What are you listening to right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ The sound of my fingers hitting the keypads on the keyboard, television audio, rain drops falling on my roof....interference of sounds....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20) If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ White...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; its the most useful colour in paintings...and it symbolises cleanliness....*winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21) Favourite smells?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Petrol....Haha...You actually believe that? Never.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My favourite smells would be the aroma of fresh oranges....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22) Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ My 87 year-old grandfather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23) Do you like the person who posted this note?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Who posted this note? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24) Favourite sports to watch?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Badminton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25) Hair colour?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Very dark brown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26) Eye colour?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Dark brown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27) Do you wear contacts?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28) Favourite food?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Fruits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29) Scary movies or happy endings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Happy endings...I can't sleep after watching scary movies, that's why i chose the latter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30) Last movie you watched?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Negotiator&lt;/span&gt;...Very nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;31) What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Light purplish-blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;32) Summer or winter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; it's winter...Summer promotes sweating, smelly odours floating in the air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;33) Hugs or kisses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Hugs...warm and sincere hugs....only accept hugs from my beloved mum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;34) Favourite dessert?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Moist rich chocolate cake....with blueberry toppings....yummy... *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;slurrrppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;35) What book are you reading now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Huh? I am answering this tag, not multi-tasking...Don't distract my attention by popping weird questions please.... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;36) What is on your mouse pad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;...A mouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;37) What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Didn't watch TV last night...was studying for Biology term exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;38) Favourite sounds?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Churches' bells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;39) Rolling Stones of Beatles?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Beatles....What Rolling Stones? Who Rolling Stones? Which Rolling Stones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* Sorry....I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blurr&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Do you have a special talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ I can hibernate....lol...as said by my friends,"teddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yeo&lt;/span&gt; scores 100% in hibernation"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Seriously, I dance ballet and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; dances....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;41) Where were you born?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt;, Sarawak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;42) Do you have any tattoos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ No...and will never try to have one...for what? getting all the pain and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;unwashable&lt;/span&gt; stains on your body.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends, you are tagged! Sorry.... =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. Ivan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Liaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Wey&lt;/span&gt; Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. Adeline Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/295291999814939557-4831308479634720171?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/4831308479634720171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-why-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4831308479634720171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4831308479634720171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-why-me.html' title='Tagged!!  Why Me?'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-986986526779941964</id><published>2009-03-13T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:22:56.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hectic Life in Form Six</title><content type='html'>Form 6 is forever a no-no for all the SPM graduates. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is super tough. Although there are only five subjects to be studied (i.e. less than half of the total number of subjects in SPM), the books are as thick as the stratosphere. You'll get giddy just by looking at the thickness of the books. You have 3 thick books for Chemistry (Physical, Organic &amp;amp; Inorganic), 2 not-so-thick-but-packed-with-trivial-facts Biology books, 1 textbook for General Studies, also needs excellent memories. These 6 books are the silent killers for Form 6 students in the Science stream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;STPM is the second toughest examination in the whole world after the x(unknown) examination in Russia(this is what I heard). UPSR, PMR and SPM are organized by Lembaga Peperiksaan Malaysia(LPM), while STPM is organized by Majlis Peperiksaan Malaysia(MPM). The standard is higher compared to SPM because the examination board will not alter the grading system based on the overall performance of all candidates. Compare the past year results for SPM and STPM, and you'll know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Form 6 students are studying in government schools. Therefore, it's compulsory for this group of students to take part in extra curricular activities and to strike a balance between academic and co-curricular performances. This indirectly causes students to lose focus in their studies. If this ever happens, then your chances of getting a place in local universities will definitely decrease. For non-Bumis, think of your ranking in the quota system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are wasting your two years studying Form 6 if you didn't do well in STPM. Its quite hard for you to squeeze yourself into any local universities even if you get, let say 2A 1A- 1B in STPM. You know why? Because you have great competitors emerging out from Matriculation. They can get 4.00 CGPA easily compared to an STPM candidate. Attendance and assignments are taken into account and are given marks in Matrics. The exam questions are set by the lecturers in the campus. Before the exam, the lecturer usually will say," Yesterday, I dreamt of the exam questions......." I bet you know what happened next.  Even if the Form 6 students put in 10 times the effort to do well in STPM, they can hardly outstand the Matrics students. The reasons are clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Form 4 and 5, we always say, "Arh, I will never study Form 6!!"...Please do not make such statement too early because you will never know what is waiting for you at the end of the road.  I did so while I were in Form 5.  But at the  end, I still end up in Form 6.  LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  In my case, although Form 6 life is really hectic, I treasure every second I have now and just trying to make the best out of everything in Form 6.  I know this is the road that God wants me to take.  So, Hakuna Matata!! &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=P&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/295291999814939557-986986526779941964?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/986986526779941964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-life-in-form-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/986986526779941964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/986986526779941964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-life-in-form-six.html' title='Hectic Life in Form Six'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-403503226930940310</id><published>2009-01-29T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:07:35.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>The Wisdom In Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SYHTJt8HPRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JacRM6J87Vc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296746800668425490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SYHTJt8HPRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JacRM6J87Vc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were discussing their lives at a class reunion. They decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired, who was always an inspiration to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work, lives and relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups. Some cups were porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite. He invited each to help themselves to the hot chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they all had a cup of chocolate in hand, the professor shared his thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourself, that is the source of your problems and stress."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The cup that you are drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases, it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What each of you want was hot chocolate, not the cup....But you consciously went for the best cup."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"And soon, you began to eye one another's cup."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Now friends, please consider this....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Life is the hot chocolate.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your job, money, position in the society are the cups."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"They are just tools to hold and contain life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The cup you have does not define, nor does it change, the quality of life you are living."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we failed to enjoy the hot chocolate God has provided us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always remember this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"God brews the chocolate, He does not choose the cup."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The happiest people don't have the best of everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"They just make the best of everything that they have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live Simply......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Generously......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Care deeply......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak Kindly......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave the rest to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~The richest people is not the one who has the most, but the one who needs the least~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your hot chocolate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296746798134234002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SYHTJkf6i5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/uw2bcyIgkt8/s400/images+j.jpg" border="0" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SYHTJt8HPRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JacRM6J87Vc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-6590685401316349751</id><published>2008-12-17T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:44:59.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>God Always Answers Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfYUH44PZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HUQFB-bApzk/s1600-h/a9fa13ce865871d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280426928341794194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfYUH44PZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HUQFB-bApzk/s400/a9fa13ce865871d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfTm2OCyjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OpSNZhUt9jg/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the idea is not right God says "No".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No ~ When the idea is not the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No ~ When the idea is absolutely wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No ~ When it though help you, it could create &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;problems for someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the time is not right God says "Slow".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a catastrophe it would be if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God answered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every prayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the snap of your fingers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know what would happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God would become your servant,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not your master.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God would be working for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of you working for God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's delays are not God's denials.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's timing is perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patience is what we need in prayer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are not right, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God says "Grow".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The selfish person has to grow in unselfishness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cautious person must grow in courage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The timid person must grow in confidence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dominating person must grow in sensitivity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The critical person must grow in tolerance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The negative person must grow in positive attitudes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pleasure-seeking person must grow in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;compassion for suffering people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything is all right, God says "Go".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then miracles happen:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hopeless alcoholic is set free!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A drug addict finds release!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A doubter becomes as a child in his belief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diseased tissue responds to treatment, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and healing begins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The door to your dream suddenly swings open &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there stands God saying, "Go!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Dr. Robert Schuller~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord has you on hold... hold on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the Lord has said "NO" to you... thank Him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the Lords is molding your heart and mind... go with His change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the Lord opens doors that you have asked Him to open... Praise Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be blessed wherever you are in your life today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has His hands on the situation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfRArx0L4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/cCq8IDeecBY/s1600-h/ATT00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418897797066626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfRArx0L4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/cCq8IDeecBY/s400/ATT00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIBLE VERSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: "It's impossible"&lt;br /&gt;God says: All things are possible&lt;br /&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I'm too tired"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will give you rest&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;br /&gt;You say: "Nobody really loves me"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I love you&lt;br /&gt;(John 3:16 &amp;amp; John 3:34 )&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I can't go on"&lt;br /&gt;God says: My grace is sufficient&lt;br /&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I can't figure things out"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will direct your steps&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I can't do it"&lt;br /&gt;God says: You can do all things&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I'm not able"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I am able&lt;br /&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "It's not worth it"&lt;br /&gt;God says: It will be worth it&lt;br /&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I can't forgive myself"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I Forgive you&lt;br /&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp;amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I can't manage"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will supply all your needs&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I'm afraid"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear&lt;br /&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I'm always worried and frustrated"&lt;br /&gt;God says: Cast all your cares on ME&lt;br /&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I'm not smart enough"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I give you wisdom&lt;br /&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say: "I feel all alone"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will never leave you or forsake you&lt;br /&gt;(Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-6590685401316349751?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/6590685401316349751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-lord-has-you-on-hold.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6590685401316349751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6590685401316349751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-lord-has-you-on-hold.html' title='God Always Answers Prayer'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfYUH44PZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HUQFB-bApzk/s72-c/a9fa13ce865871d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-3338975024920000334</id><published>2008-12-16T23:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:59:48.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Stories'/><title type='text'>异样之心灵</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOh5YvYzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/UVvIfQUBOKI/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416169850790706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOh5YvYzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/UVvIfQUBOKI/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415955211316242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOVZys7BI/AAAAAAAAAXc/oSeCDY_R7fM/s400/Slide2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415951294036818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOVLMv-1I/AAAAAAAAAXU/wTPhp-vQtxI/s400/Slide3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415948244180290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOU_1m3UI/AAAAAAAAAXM/KF-v1bQ7ki0/s400/Slide4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415942457794114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOUqSBnkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lj5hn7QnnE4/s400/Slide5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415929591513314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOT6WdwOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mPb0OFhxH-o/s400/Slide6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415349140257106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNyIAGeVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/reJroDGjhn0/s400/Slide7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415348360602546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNyFGN47I/AAAAAAAAAWs/c_iaNKV3wHI/s400/Slide8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415348791238626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNyGs43-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/hrWBYtfE6Pc/s400/Slide9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415341328200514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNxq5j80I/AAAAAAAAAWc/rGi8Wv7_Y38/s400/Slide10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415338361503442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNxf2PvtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cnmrfVc4x54/s400/Slide11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280414886373843106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNXMD_YKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GX8tSA4V_B8/s400/Slide12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280414880332859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNW1jtSRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5_P0zOe1twI/s400/Slide13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280414869307516194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfNWMfD5SI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D9_TBXstOg4/s400/Slide15.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/295291999814939557-3338975024920000334?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/3338975024920000334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3338975024920000334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3338975024920000334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='异样之心灵'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SUfOh5YvYzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/UVvIfQUBOKI/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-6250849167529480550</id><published>2008-11-23T00:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:55:34.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Jay Chou 周杰伦 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am currently addicted to Jay Chou's new album -- Capricorn, especially songs like &lt;/em&gt;稻香、给我一首歌的时间、兰亭序&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; 说好的幸福呢......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's the full MV of&lt;/em&gt; 稻香&lt;em&gt; I found on YouTube. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(^.^)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbHFFpVfKgM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了   就不敢继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;为什么   人要这么的脆弱 堕落&lt;br /&gt;请你打开电视看看&lt;br /&gt;多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;我们是不是该知足&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切    就算没有拥有&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;随著稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;微微笑    小时候的梦我知道&lt;br /&gt;不要哭    让萤火虫带著你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;回家吧    回到最初的美好 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;不要这么容易就想放弃&lt;br /&gt;就像我说的&lt;br /&gt;追不到的梦想换个梦不就得了&lt;br /&gt;为自己的人生鲜艳上色&lt;br /&gt;先把爱涂上喜欢的颜色&lt;br /&gt;笑一个吧     功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义&lt;br /&gt;童年的纸飞机 现在终於飞回我手里&lt;br /&gt;所谓的那快乐&lt;br /&gt;赤脚在田里追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;偷摘水果被蜜蜂给叮到怕了&lt;br /&gt;谁在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;我靠著稻草人 吹著风 唱著歌 睡著了 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;哦哦 午后吉它在虫鸣中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;哦哦 阳光洒在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切    就算没有拥有&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;随著稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;微微笑    小时候的梦我知道&lt;br /&gt;不要哭    让萤火虫带著你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;回家吧回    到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;☆&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-6250849167529480550?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/6250849167529480550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/11/jay-chou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6250849167529480550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6250849167529480550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/11/jay-chou.html' title='Jay Chou 周杰伦 &lt;Capricorn&gt;'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-2380479836155549141</id><published>2008-10-04T22:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:15:49.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A Trip To Damai Puri Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Damai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Resort today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what? This is my first time experiencing long-distance driving after getting my P-license beginning of this year!!! The journey was quite fun actually, with two cars escorting me, in front and behind. I am finally a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mportant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;erson&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After checking in, I took a short walk with my mum and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; around the newly-renovated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Damai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Puri&lt;/span&gt; Resort &amp;amp; Spa. Pity them, after millions or money spent on the renovation, we can't really spot much differences. The most obvious renovation made is the swimming pool. They merge all the pools into one big pool besides having a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jacuzzi&lt;/span&gt;-like spa pool at the edge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Returning back to my room, I dived into the bed and took a nap. Its 3:20pm when I woke up. As I was preparing to go swimming, two of my roommates ( my mum's colleague's daughters ) came back. What I saw was two black ladies, standing in front of me. Oh my gosh, one of them has turned into pieces of charcoal. Seriously. And the other one resembled a lobster that is well cooked. That terrifies me. I held back and decided to put my swimming suit back into my suitcase. We went swimming after the sun tones down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One funny incident happened after we had our dinner in the hotel room. My mum was putting out her towel at the balcony. And I followed her out and was watching the magnificient sunset. Then, I heard the sound of the balcony door being locked. I turned back and yelled at my mom. I even knocked at the glass door. She looked at me and stood still, looking shocked. After about 10 seconds, she opened the door and laughed non-stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked her,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"What happened to you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She said,"I thought what I saw was a reflection of yours. I thought you are in the room, standing facing the glass door and trying to fool me..." Isn't she funny? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At night, two 21-year-old male teacher came to our room to play games with the two Form Three girls in my room, I am not included though. Why? Like what my friends said, I am too conservative. Actually, I'm NOT. It's just that the punishments given to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;losers&lt;/span&gt; of the game are scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what is the name given to that game. It has something to do with wooden blocks, being stacked up, and the players are supposed to withdraw one wooden block at a time. The one who makes it topples loses the game. It was really exciting.  Me, as the audience, enjoyed the most, watching them doing all sorts of WEIRD actions.  :P  One of them even opened up the door and scream "I love xxx (someone who is staying in the resort too)".  And believe it or not? They did that in the middle of the night. Its 1:00 a.m. !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't know that TEACHERS also make so much noise when they are not supposed to...LOL...I didn't sleep until it was 3:00 a.m.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wheww&lt;/span&gt;, what a night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next morning, I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Damai&lt;/span&gt; restaurant and have breakfast with my mum. My mum got her free voucher because it comes together with room. I was supposed to pay for RM43.00 (adult price) for the breakfast. But things happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I walked into the restaurant and waited at the counter to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;seated&lt;/span&gt;. There were several teachers and their families waiting there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the waiter came and asked, "How many people altogether?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone answered,"13 people, 11 adults, 2 children."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The waiter then asked who was the second children mentioned. A finger pointed to me. I was speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The waiter asked in which form I am in. Someone, again, answered for me,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tingkatan&lt;/span&gt; 1." The waiter nodded, as a sign of believing in what that "someone" has told him. Then, we are given the permission to enjoy the breakfast without having to pay for an extra diner, ME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I was feeling happy and sad at the same time. Feeling happy because I don't have to waste my RM43.00 for the not-so-luxurious breakfast. Feeling sad because I am being "appointed" as a Form One student.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ARGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my God!!! Do I look like a 13-year-old little girl? For those who know me, please answer this question for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the breakfast, my mum and I went to the beach and take a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; pictures of the scenery. We headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt; at about 12:00 noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below are some pictures taken during the trip :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelOaKc1YI/AAAAAAAAATU/EQHl8Xb9vlc/s1600-h/IMG_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253349157310879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelOaKc1YI/AAAAAAAAATU/EQHl8Xb9vlc/s400/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelOqRl0QI/AAAAAAAAATc/GOGujETG7uc/s1600-h/IMG_0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253349161635795202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelOqRl0QI/AAAAAAAAATc/GOGujETG7uc/s400/IMG_0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelOzzNZmI/AAAAAAAAATk/qmm-Df-Mi-A/s1600-h/IMG_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253349164192720482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelOzzNZmI/AAAAAAAAATk/qmm-Df-Mi-A/s400/IMG_0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelO9IIfII/AAAAAAAAATs/k8IYbzEcIOI/s1600-h/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253349166696397954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelO9IIfII/AAAAAAAAATs/k8IYbzEcIOI/s400/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbBzGQRI/AAAAAAAAASs/n8oCv2eUJCM/s1600-h/IMG_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253348274597150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbBzGQRI/AAAAAAAAASs/n8oCv2eUJCM/s400/IMG_0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbCJSMJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7ypNWeZiKsM/s1600-h/IMG_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253348274690207890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbCJSMJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7ypNWeZiKsM/s400/IMG_0804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbeHa_NI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YfnbGGCu_BU/s1600-h/IMG_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253348282198588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbeHa_NI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YfnbGGCu_BU/s400/IMG_0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbcWTCMI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZRDrBgE_hCs/s1600-h/IMG_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253348281724111042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbcWTCMI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZRDrBgE_hCs/s400/IMG_0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbhGseTI/AAAAAAAAATM/jDpajPYhVyc/s1600-h/IMG_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253348283000846642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOekbhGseTI/AAAAAAAAATM/jDpajPYhVyc/s400/IMG_0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-2380479836155549141?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/2380479836155549141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-damai-puri-resort.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2380479836155549141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2380479836155549141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-damai-puri-resort.html' title='A Trip To Damai Puri Resort'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SOelOaKc1YI/AAAAAAAAATU/EQHl8Xb9vlc/s72-c/IMG_0824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-3132657883033584338</id><published>2008-09-14T14:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:19:14.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Interesting Articles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out the following links :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/12426/84/"&gt;MAD COW DISEASE IN PENANG&lt;/a&gt; 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Says:&lt;br /&gt;LATEST NEWS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People who took loans from ah longs and cannot repay their loans are seeking help from syed hamid so that they can be protected from these nasty and inhumane ah longs …they earnestly seek to be detained under ISA as their lives are threatened.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaha....... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anak Msia Says: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Botak said : On why Ahmad was not detained for making racist comments, he explained that Umno had already punished him by suspending him for three years and stripping him of his party posts.&lt;br /&gt;Does it means that if any opposition MP makes a racist comment, the party can takes action on him and no more ISA ??&lt;br /&gt;If a thief committed an offence, then the parent wack him, then he is no more a criminal ??&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/295291999814939557-3132657883033584338?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/3132657883033584338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-articles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3132657883033584338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3132657883033584338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-articles.html' title='Interesting Articles'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-4417747665129055744</id><published>2008-06-25T16:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:20:58.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>Another Masterpiece of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SGIKE5dL0xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7zdW76pNZ78/s1600-h/aura+11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215742397707440914" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SGIGyRji_kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pQV3b3ahNJw/s400/aura+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a fire rainbow : the rarest of all naturally occurring atmospheric phenomena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The picture below was captured on the Idaho-Washington border. The event lasted about an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clouds have to be cirrus, at least 20K feet in the air, with just the right amount of ice crystals; and the sun has to hit the clouds at precisely 58 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215742412265709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SGIKFvsJXkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tmfDrsRzs_A/s400/aura+15.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-4417747665129055744?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/4417747665129055744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-masterpiece-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4417747665129055744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4417747665129055744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-masterpiece-of-god.html' title='Another Masterpiece of God'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SGIKE5dL0xI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7zdW76pNZ78/s72-c/aura+11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-2665329598147905614</id><published>2008-06-06T12:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:30:29.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>对不起，我不爱国。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEjOz7g_D1I/AAAAAAAAALg/o4N7OIHs4wA/s1600-h/160861673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208640360598671186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEjOz7g_D1I/AAAAAAAAALg/o4N7OIHs4wA/s400/160861673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;我曾经尝试去改观，抹去我个人对本国的不满与批评，但是这个国家一次又一次的让我失望。无论是政治，或是教育制度，都让我彻底地失望。我爱国家，但国家爱我吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直以来，我很努力地读书，同时，也不忘踊跃参与课外活动，只希望可以获得奖学金，减轻父母财经上的负担。&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;成绩终于揭晓了，我期盼的&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11A1&lt;/span&gt;并不能如我所愿般呈现在我眼前，只拿了&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;科&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;科&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;(不是炫耀喔！)。什么科目获得A2呢？就是我的母语---华文。老师知道了，也格外惊讶。后来，老师透露说，只有获得&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;85&lt;/span&gt;或&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;分以上的同学才能摘到那甜美的果实，一个让人垂涎三尺的&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;唉！这就是马来西亚。其他科目，譬如：物理、化学、生物、数学、高级数学，只要能够踩到&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;分的界线，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;已稳稳在手。为什么呢？因为政府正努力证明姓“马”的种族也能掌握这些高难度的科目。好骄傲啊！而华文是外语，只有本国二等公民会修的科目，所以政府就想尽办法，调高程度，越少人获得&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;越好，让这些不知好歹的华裔子弟尝尝拿外语的滋味儿。哼！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;我申请了政府奖学金&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(JPA)。&lt;/span&gt;我以为，政府所说的“华文成绩并不算在内”是真实的，但这都是片面语。尽管我已符合&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;所拟定的条件，但最后还是落空了。愤怒这两个字已无法解析我的心情；应该是无奈、憎恨和失望的混合体吧！也许其他人各方面的表现都不及你，可是他们却能赢取这值百万的彩票，有机会越洋追随自己的梦想，开支一概由政府支付。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;为什么他们“波列”，我“达波列”呢？这是一道傻问题，因为天下的马来西亚人都清楚知道其答案。种族歧视嘛!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;口口声声说他们已重新调整固打&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(quota)&lt;/span&gt; ，土著&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;；非土著&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;45%&lt;/span&gt;。你相信吗？当然不。因为&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;集团已千交待，万交待，叫你别相信他们啊！想想看JPA代表什么？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;JPA = Jangan Percaya Aku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;我有一名获得此奖学金的朋友已经在&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;INTEC&lt;/span&gt;办登记手续，开始接收预科班教育，六个月后就将飞往他国深造。她说，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;人当中，大约只有&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;名非土著(包括华裔及印裔)。你觉得&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;之前说的数据真实吗？他们只是在办舞台剧。&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raja Petra Kamarudin&lt;/span&gt;说的十分有道理：在马来西亚，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;税收来自于非土著 (华裔占多数) ，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt;来自于非土著(巫裔占多数)；但&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;奖学金给了土著，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt; 给了非土著。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Malays have a very warped view of justice. Malays practice two standards of justice. There is one standard for the Malays and another for the non-Malays. And 90% of the tax is paid by the non-Malays and 10% by the Malays, says Tun Dr Mahathir. But 10% of the scholarships must go to the non-Malays and 90% to the Malays. And when they propose to change this to 40% for the non-Malays and 60% for the Malays, the Malays raise a hue and cry. And they call this justice. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ 摘录于&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/content/view/8337/84"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Malaysia Today : Malaysia's Two Systems of Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Raja Petra Kamarudin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;公平吗？看看政府的称就知道啦！ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208637843747835714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEjMhbg_D0I/AAAAAAAAALY/J3ETz6YnCKk/s400/2145628323.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公布了这数据之后，巫统青年团竟然还敢大呼小叫，说这新调整的固打并不符合条例，会剥夺土著的教育机会。岂有此理！难道我们不是马来西亚人吗？&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please larr&lt;/span&gt;………看吧，我用“&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;larr”&lt;/span&gt;这个助词，代表我是不折不扣的大马人，完完全全被这里的文化影响啊！可是，我们却无法享有土著所拥有的待遇。哇，经过&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;年独立，马来西亚人终於有一个超越他国的技巧啦！那就是-----分辨肤色。厉害吧！ 马来西亚波列！ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208637835157901090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEjMg7g_DyI/AAAAAAAAALI/truYK3kc9-U/s400/336368734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cemerlang, Gemilang, Terbilang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再者，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;之前也说过，为了公平起见，一个家庭绝对不可有一人以上获得这奖学金。他们在睁眼说瞎话。我认识一个人，家庭中，有两人获得这彩票。姐姐被派去韩国；妹妹则被派到UK(不是&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ULU KAPIT&lt;/span&gt;喔！是&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;UNITED KINGDOM！&lt;/span&gt;) ；另外一名朋友，成绩&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AABB&lt;/span&gt;的，学校考试平均分数是&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;分，出乎意料外，她却获得了这奖学金。所以，你能想像&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;口中的特优生&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(top achievers)&lt;/span&gt; 到底有多&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt;了吧！我并不是在批评真正有资格获取这奖学金的人，我想要表达的是 &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JPA&lt;/span&gt;根本没有好好筛选“入围名单侯选人”。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我对中四学生的劝告是：除了&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;科必拿科目，尽量选修其他容易获得&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;的科目，以提高你中奖学金的机率。若你觉得很辛苦，那就得劳烦父母扩大交际范围，尽量与教育高官打交道，让高官为你预定奖学金。这方法是大多数人在采用的喔！所以说嘛，做人别太老实，老实人吃亏啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;我失望我持有的身份证是大马卡，因为我根本感受不到让我得以在这儿生存下去的余地。这真的是我的国家吗？逃吧！ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208637839452868402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEjMhLg_DzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P2j1AR2D0AE/s400/69870538.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-2665329598147905614?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/2665329598147905614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2665329598147905614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2665329598147905614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='对不起，我不爱国。'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEjOz7g_D1I/AAAAAAAAALg/o4N7OIHs4wA/s72-c/160861673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-6825040468252399010</id><published>2008-06-02T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:27:26.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>The Day The Paint Box Fell From Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a real place in California. Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When God Paints......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206900975173877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKg2X3fvUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qvQKf0MU-K4/s400/paint+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206904020305690098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKjnn3fvfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/n0zIGZbe-qc/s400/paint+12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206902160584850834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKh7X3fvZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wvMePWNHZUo/s400/paint+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206902160584850850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKh7X3fvaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ftYSnEIjyj8/s400/paint+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206902164879818162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKh7n3fvbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z6z5MBEIGg0/s400/paint+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206902164879818178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKh7n3fvcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ydlzQE1nqcI/s400/paint+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206902169174785490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKh733fvdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JV7lKyHNLqc/s400/paint+10.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206900979468844370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKg2n3fvVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7xdKCQmSG2Y/s400/paint+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206904016010722786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKjnX3fveI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_6fnzEv1m70/s400/paint+11.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206900983763811682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKg233fvWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/sC5bXbb5VQs/s400/paint+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206900983763811698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKg233fvXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yvRepLhNs94/s400/paint+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206900988058779010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKg3H3fvYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zAQcCU8vhJ4/s400/paint+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No doubt that God is The most talented artist. A perfectionist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We live in an awesome and amazing world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live simply.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love generously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help sincerely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Care deeply.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak kindly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leave the rest to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make it an awesome day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May God Bless You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207230463589989890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEPMhH3fvgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XNXy3BLvjX8/s400/3648848497.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&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/295291999814939557-6825040468252399010?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/6825040468252399010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-paint-box-fell-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6825040468252399010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6825040468252399010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-paint-box-fell-from-heaven.html' title='The Day The Paint Box Fell From Heaven'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEKg2X3fvUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qvQKf0MU-K4/s72-c/paint+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-4941136344500321954</id><published>2008-06-01T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:08:28.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Food Disappears Mysteriously...Aliens or Rats?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Japan, a man became suspicious when food stored in his house began disappearing mysteriously over the past few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aliens or rats? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To reveal the truth, he installed security cameras that could transmit images to his mobile phone. One of the cameras captured someone loitering inside his house after he had left for work. He then called the police believing it was a burglar. However, when the police arrived, they found the door locked and all the windows closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We searched the house, checking everywhere someone could possibly hide," said the police spokesman, Hiroki Itakura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"When we slid open the shelf closet, there she was, curled up in the space-limited closet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Police found the 58-year-old woman hiding in the top compartment of the man's closet and arrested her for trespassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The woman told police she had no place to live and first sneaked into the man's house about a year ago when he left it unlocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She had moved a mattress into the small closet space and even took showers in the man's house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@.@&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;@.@&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;@.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Isn't it scary to have someone like this living in your house without you knowing about his or her existence?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*cold water running up the spine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine that you are sleeping comfortably on your soft and nice bed, approaching your dreamland.....*lullaby plays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then your sixth sense wakes you up, and there is a shadow walking out from your closet and heads straight to your bathroom (don't get me wrong here...I'm not talking about ghost.... I mean THE INTRUDER) Just because he or she has to ease himself or herself in the middle of the night....*cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LOL!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(-.-)III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&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/295291999814939557-4941136344500321954?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/4941136344500321954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-disappears-mysteriouslyaliens-or.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4941136344500321954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/4941136344500321954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-disappears-mysteriouslyaliens-or.html' title='Food Disappears Mysteriously...Aliens or Rats?'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-2181209603214360511</id><published>2008-05-30T13:26:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:36:38.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEABzX3fvTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LhrBszKBt6M/s1600-h/footstep.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206163151332031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEABzX3fvTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LhrBszKBt6M/s400/footstep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night a man had a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He dreamed he was walking along the beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the LORD. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one belonged to him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the other to the LORD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He noticed that many times along the path of his life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was only one set of footprints. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He also notices that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it happens at the lowest and saddest times in his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This really bothered him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he questioned the Lord about it:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd walk with me all the way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have noticed that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;during the most troublesome times of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is only one set of footprints. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I needed you the most you would leave me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD replied:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My precious child, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and I would never leave you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During your time of trial and suffering, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you see only one set of footprints, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was then that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I carried you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/295291999814939557-2181209603214360511?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/2181209603214360511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/footprints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2181209603214360511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/2181209603214360511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SEABzX3fvTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LhrBszKBt6M/s72-c/footstep.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-1828366928726846622</id><published>2008-05-28T11:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:02:04.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Unborn Foetus On Operation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who are faint-hearted or afraid of blood, please avoid looking at the photo below. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The picture shows a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by a surgeon named Joseph Bruner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205267079420165362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SDzS1H3fvPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zWsROvVyue0/s400/babyop.jpg" border="0" /&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do you see the tiny hand of the foetus grasping the doctor’s finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foetus was diagnosed with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spina_bifida"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;spina bifida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, Dr. Joseph Bruner performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb. During the procedure, the doctor makes a small incision on the uterus to operate on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dr. Bruner completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny but fully developed hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. Dr. Bruner was reported as saying that when his finger was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of his life, and that for an instant during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editors titled the picture, "Hand of Hope". The text explaining the picture begins, "The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother’s uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The picture has drawn thousands’ attention when it was released. Indeed the photograph and many of the texts which often accompany it seem to support this view including the account of the photographer Michael Clancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As a doctor asked me what speed of film I was using, out of the corner of my eye I saw the uterus shake, but no one's hands were near it. It was shaking from within. Suddenly, an entire arm thrust out of the opening, then pulled back until just a little hand was showing. The doctor reached over and lifted the hand, which reacted and squeezed the doctor's finger. As if testing for strength, the doctor shook the tiny fist. Samuel held firm. I took the picture! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast that the nurse standing next to me asked, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The child reached out," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. They do that all the time," she responded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the other hand, another source shows Dr. Bruner’s reaction, denying that the baby reached out and grabbed his finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"The baby did not reach out," Dr Bruner said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The baby was anesthetized. The baby was not aware of what was going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also stated, “Depending on your political point of view, this is either Samuel Armas reaching out of the uterus and touching the finger of a fellow human, or it’s me pulling his hand out of the uterus … which is what I did.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, was it real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. As long as little Samuel recovered from the complications after the amazing operation. Samuel was born in perfect health, the operation was 100 percent successful. Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-1828366928726846622?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/1828366928726846622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/unborn-foetus-on-operation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1828366928726846622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/1828366928726846622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/unborn-foetus-on-operation.html' title='Unborn Foetus On Operation'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SDzS1H3fvPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zWsROvVyue0/s72-c/babyop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-3889594522118618494</id><published>2008-05-28T11:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:49:44.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Siamese Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I first came across the phrase “Siamese Twins”, there was one bold question popping out of my mind. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205260941911899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SDzNP33fvOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/m1GqXeh0PFE/s400/4105255705.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How do conjoined twins get their general scientific name : Siamese twins? What does Thailand have to do with conjoined twins?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I found out that it wasn’t the so called first pair of Siamese twins, Chang and Eng Bunker that gives a new phrase to the English language, instead, it was their fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205260662739025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SDzM_n3fvNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1XBRJ8-1NqI/s400/heng_and_chang.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Joined at the sternum"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chang and Eng, the original Siamese Twins were born in 1811 in SIAM (now known as Thailand). They are two human beings joined together at birth by living tissues. When this unusual birth news knocked the eardrums of the king of Siam, he decided that the babies should be put to death due to some superstitious thinking. He thought such a birth was an evil sign, an omen that something bad was going to happen in his land. As time passed and no disaster occurred, King Rama II withdrew his decree of death for the two boys. When the two boys grew up, they were exhibited before billions of people throughout the world. Their managers, Captain Coffin and Robert Hunter brought them to different continents, meeting kings and queens. They grew famous in a short time. However, they retired and settled down a decade later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205260658444057794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SDzM_X3fvMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GbyQTZfTVfQ/s400/180px-ChangandEng.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The most interesting part of their lives was they actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOT MARRIED&lt;/span&gt; to the Yates sisters, Chang to Adelaide Yates and Eng to Sarah Anna Yates!!! They have to share a large bed built for the foursome. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WHOAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt; The people of the country bet that no children would come from this union. However, nine months after the wedding, Eng and Sallie welcomed their first-born daughter. Six days later, Chang and Adelaide welcomed their first daughter also. This continued until Eng and Sarah had produced 11 children. Chang and Adelaide were almost as productive, producing 10 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Don’t ask me how. I really can’t understand. To tell you the truth, my classmates and I looked at each other clueless-ly when teacher told us each of them PRODUCED almost A DOZEN of children!! Speechless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Done with their extraordinary marriage story. Moving on…… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng was a very health-conscious man while Chang drowned himself in whiskey. Chang eventually got stroke. In 1874, Chang caught a cold and he passed away. Eng didn’t die at the same time. He died several hours later. The doctors expected that Eng would survive because he was healthy and fit. After the diagnosis, they found out that Eng died from shocked. Why? Imagine that Eng had to sleep beside or attach to his dead brother the whole night. If I were to attached to a cold, dead body, I would definitely get a heart attack. If I were UNFORTUNATE to be EXTREMELY HEALTHY at that moment, I might just grab a knife and stab myself to death. OUCH!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, they were NOT the first pair of conjoined twins recorded in medical annals as there were probably about 100 such pairs known by the time of their 1811 births, a fact which helped the King of Siam reverse an early death sentence on the brothers. In fact, conjoined twins were recorded as early as 945 in Armenia and the first pair of successfully separated twins took place in 1689 by German physician G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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/295291999814939557-3889594522118618494?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/3889594522118618494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/siamese-twins.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3889594522118618494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3889594522118618494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/siamese-twins.html' title='Siamese Twins'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SDzNP33fvOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/m1GqXeh0PFE/s72-c/4105255705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-950954909532036170</id><published>2008-05-18T13:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:13:00.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>波列国的教育制度</title><content type='html'>你满意目前的教育制度吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不满意。完成了&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;年的“免费”中小学政府教育之后，我对现有的教育制度有数不清的意见，却无能为力去改变，只能傻傻地呆在这儿，接受这“与众不同”的教育。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;波列国&lt;/span&gt;所使用的教学方法是日本丢弃了&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;年的废物，那试问我们能否迎头赶上，在短短的十二后达到&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2020&lt;/span&gt;年宏愿呢？不可能！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;波列国&lt;/span&gt;的领土上，初中生被规定修最少&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;科——国语、英语、数学、科学、地究、历史、生活技能，而高中生则必须拿&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;科主要科目及&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;至&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;科选择性科目。政府设下如此的规定，是为了塑造出所谓全能&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (all-rounder)&lt;/span&gt; 的完美未来主人翁。有必要吗？这样的教育制度只会分散学生们的注意力，将平均学术程度拉下，塑造出数不完的半桶水，也让他们无法充分发挥自己的本能。这岂不是浪费人力资源？我们掌握&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;科、&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;科是为了什么？难道将来我们会用到这一切吗？除非我们要做&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;分兼职，否则其他&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;科都可免了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201591178124628098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SC_DngbskII/AAAAAAAAAHo/rdjeX21nWZ4/s400/cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;波列国 : Always see it as half cup full, not half cup empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;相反的，这样的情况绝对不会出现在西方国家，因为那儿的学习生涯是欢乐、毫无压力的岁月。他们并没有强迫学生修自己不喜欢的科目，而是让他们自由选择，希望可以从小发掘新一代的才华，专攻小孩儿的兴趣，磨练他们成为真正的专业人士。举个例子，数学有上百个分科&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;例如：三角学&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(trigonometry)&lt;/span&gt;、代数学&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(algebra)&lt;/span&gt;、几何学&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(geometry)&lt;/span&gt;、统计学&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(statistics)&lt;/span&gt; 等等。在美国，学生可选择&lt;strong&gt;任何一项&lt;/strong&gt;分科，专门研究该分科，因此，中学毕业后，他们的程度已远远超越本地的大专生。荒谬吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再者，波列国似乎十分提倡“愈多A愈好”的风俗。今年的纪录是&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21A(20A1, 1A2)，&lt;/span&gt;相信二十年后，会有人获得&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50A1&lt;/span&gt;的佳绩，打破世界纪录。哇，真的波列&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;(-.-)&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;…你曾否怀疑这&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;的素质？学校考试中经常获得平均&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;分的同学们，&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;竟然能获得&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;。有关单位为何要调低水平呢？动动脑筋吧！所以，未来的大老板们，请你们在录取员工的时候，睁大眼睛，别被他们的佳绩蒙蔽了双眼，小心选人啊！否则，公司都会被这些人搞垮。 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201591182419595442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SC_DnwbskLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WUrxf3KuG4A/s400/bankrupt.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外，这儿的升学机会也被固打控制。为何要有这样的制度呢？因为他们看得起我们，相信我们不需要拐杖也可以飞向美好的未来。好吧，就体谅体谅他们吧！但记得喔，我们的引擎强得很，一飞出国，就飞不回来了！您自重………哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈……… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201591182419595426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SC_DnwbskKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eL-JYJecZRo/s400/jet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;我们拥有战斗机的引擎，而不是.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201702984713277650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 39px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="54" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SDApTgbskNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/H0Zewc8-TLM/s400/arrow+2_edited.jpg" width="30" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201591178124628114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SC_DngbskJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Iencp5DSiqI/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;好了，不想多说，浪费我口水罢了。唉！四个字——呜呼哀哉！ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-950954909532036170?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/950954909532036170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/bolehland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/950954909532036170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/950954909532036170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/bolehland.html' title='波列国的教育制度'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SC_DngbskII/AAAAAAAAAHo/rdjeX21nWZ4/s72-c/cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-5415270127085358766</id><published>2008-05-10T15:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:27:05.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>There Is No Words To Describe This Brutality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me ask you, would you ever hurt a person just because of a loaf of bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;NO!!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ~~~~~~~~~&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;Is this your answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, don't be surprised if there are some cruel and cold-blooded &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens &lt;/em&gt;out there to commit such a sin. Read the following story and you will know how human beings can lose their minds when it comes to money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An eight-year-old child was caught in a market in Iran for stealing bread. As a punishment, his arm will be crushed by a car. And he will lose its use permanently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVBqBVsJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nW_cvVrbuG4/s1600-h/b1_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198654831817240722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVBqBVsJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nW_cvVrbuG4/s400/b1_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVB6BVsKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/v3uDV-w2Cnw/s1600-h/b2_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198654836112208034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVB6BVsKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/v3uDV-w2Cnw/s400/b2_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVB6BVsLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_CaI-pqIy1E/s1600-h/b3_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198654836112208050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVB6BVsLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_CaI-pqIy1E/s400/b3_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVCKBVsMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NKtOeMlrI0w/s1600-h/b4_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198654840407175362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVCKBVsMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NKtOeMlrI0w/s400/b4_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVCKBVsNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lx9-nhEucw4/s1600-h/b5_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198654840407175378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVCKBVsNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lx9-nhEucw4/s400/b5_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A child lost his functional left arm forever in just a few seconds! If you look at the pictures carefully, you will observe that there is a man behind the little kid, who is responsible to hold the kid's hand in place when the tyre runs over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who are they to punish the little boy? Even if the boy did steal the bread, what is so serious that can cause him to lose his arm? He is only 8 YEARS OLD!!!! Educate him, don't use FORCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another thing, I wonder how others feel when they are just metres or inches away from the poor boy. It seems that they have no feelings at all, crowding around and watching the little kid being tortured by those uncivilised culprits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY? WHY?! Why no one stands up and stops this nonsense?!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really can't understand. If I were to make a conclusion regarding HUMAN BEINGS with the above information, I would say : &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt; are transforming, not into a better species with higher intelligence; but into a species with animals' traits found in their DNA. In short, mutation occurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I believe that there are still kind-hearted people all over the world, people who are close to God.... :) So people, don't be hurt by my conclusion...It is not a fact yet.....But it will be...... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Calling all &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt; (people with body temperature of 36.9°C), be kind and never let your words or actions hurt others. Treat others sincerely and you will be blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198680399757553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVsR6BVsOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mUyvl1rloEU/s400/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295291999814939557-5415270127085358766?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/5415270127085358766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-is-no-words-to-describe-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5415270127085358766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/5415270127085358766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-is-no-words-to-describe-this.html' title='There Is No Words To Describe This Brutality'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCVVBqBVsJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nW_cvVrbuG4/s72-c/b1_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-3488398259105376162</id><published>2008-05-06T16:29:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:37:11.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Conversations between Males and Females</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAc_UmwNZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qtf1tLidPI4/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197185844174140818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAc_UmwNZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qtf1tLidPI4/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;May I hold your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No thanks, it isn’t heavy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAawEmwNVI/AAAAAAAAACU/8z2Hvfvj9vY/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197185844174140834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAc_UmwNaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QQjDgbm2bl4/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You love me……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197186080397342130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAdNEmwNbI/AAAAAAAAADE/WtuvD6kewDM/s320/poor.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then marry me and we’ll be the happiest couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAchkmwNXI/AAAAAAAAACk/AkoUp71y6os/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197187502031517122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAef0mwNcI/AAAAAAAAADM/JXuvqtE33bU/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;GIRL : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don’t you ever want to improve?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOY : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love you and I could die for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BOY : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, but would you stay there?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197187502031517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAef0mwNdI/AAAAAAAAADU/A8hqSIaBG9A/s320/seasick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAch0mwNYI/AAAAAAAAACs/XjddT3DhvD4/s1600-h/seasick.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAN : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You remind me of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because I’m wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NO, because you make me sick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WIFE : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You tell a man something; it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HUSBAND : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You tell a woman something; it goes in both ears but comes out of the mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MARY : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;John says I’m pretty. Andy says I’m ugly. What do you think, Peter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PETER : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A bit of both. I think you’re pretty ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reading the last conversation, do you have the following facial expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197196512872904162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAmsUmwNeI/AAAAAAAAADc/_midlL8or_c/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YES / NO &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MARY :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey!! Don't laugh at people...Its BAD....*tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&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/295291999814939557-3488398259105376162?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/3488398259105376162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversations-between-males-and-females.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3488398259105376162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/3488398259105376162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversations-between-males-and-females.html' title='Conversations between Males and Females'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SCAc_UmwNZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qtf1tLidPI4/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295291999814939557.post-6010876419913890055</id><published>2008-05-05T23:43:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:19:49.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>They Don't Act Cute, They Are Cute !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kids joke around without realising it. They are the most talented comedians on Earth. Ripley’s Believe It or Not! Unbelievable? Believe It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, their sense of humour slowly diminishes as they grow. So, for those who are reading this post and claim that you lack sense of humour, DON’T WORRY!!! Because you were a comedian before……but under unconscious situation…… (-.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;UNCONSCIOUS???!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes. Unconscious....I don’t mean that you joke in your dreams or when you are in a coma.…The definition of unconscious in this case is : not able to remember what you have done previously......that’s when you were still attached to a cute cuddly teddy bear or a grayish-cornered-pillow......Got what I mean now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During your childhood, you might have created your own original joke....Copyright it and you don't have to work for the rest for your life....*dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Below are some jokes that show children's innocence and their straight-forwardness.......Enjoy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SB8wFkmwNJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W4zxYt9JHws/s1600-h/b1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196925367292540050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SB8wFkmwNJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W4zxYt9JHws/s320/b1.bmp" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little girl said, 'When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teacher asked, 'What if Jonah went to hell?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little girl replied, 'Then you ask him'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196926690142467250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SB8xSkmwNLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1_fRioXGEJ0/s320/b10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl replied, 'I'm drawing God.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teacher paused and said, 'But no one knows what God looks like.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, 'They will in a minute.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196927407402005698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SB8x8UmwNMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/e7BXjqJ3b10/s320/b3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, 'Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her mother replied, 'Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, 'Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196929168338597074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SB8zi0mwNNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_YtSP_0dD1k/s320/b2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A small voice at the back of the room rang out, 'And there's the teacher, she's DEAD.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196929348727223522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SB8ztUmwNOI/AAAAAAAAABE/ii2ptdn9YOw/s320/b6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: 'Take only ONE . God is watching.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A child had written a note, 'Take all you want. God is watching the apples.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/295291999814939557-6010876419913890055?l=xiyang90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/feeds/6010876419913890055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-dont-act-cute-they-are-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6010876419913890055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295291999814939557/posts/default/6010876419913890055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiyang90.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-dont-act-cute-they-are-cute.html' title='They Don&apos;t Act Cute, They Are Cute !!!'/><author><name>夕阳</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13844745791877416987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/S5kYeSc7ucI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uxMVeFWFPeI/S220/panda+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OORbFg4qYis/SB8wFkmwNJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W4zxYt9JHws/s72-c/b1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
