<?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-19092187</id><updated>2011-11-25T11:45:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Beautiful in His time ::</title><subtitle type='html'>We love because He first love us</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-6038738717241267878</id><published>2007-12-15T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T01:51:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to time constraint and lots of excuses (not forgetting reasons as well), my blog is now moved to a new address: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. it is kinda difficult to remember but I love the name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Shirlyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-6038738717241267878?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/6038738717241267878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=6038738717241267878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/6038738717241267878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/6038738717241267878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/12/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-5479590008315286584</id><published>2007-04-30T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:29:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just my 5 cent worth of comment</title><content type='html'>Life is so good. Student life that is. All you have to worry are tests, exams, essays, projects, pimples, health and occasional 'bullying' (for those who are out of touch with the civilisation, our past, highly entertaining activities like 'taupok', 'pole-ing' are hot topics! Do read...). Seriously, why are they, adults are kicking such a fuss out of these? Yes, I am saying that they are making a mountain of a mole-hill. These are just physical and out of mere fun (personally I dont think pole-ing is fun). You get injured and then recovered. I think the worse is mental/verbal-bullying. Some called these mental/verbal abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the concerns of the parents. Who want their previous children to be bullied? Then again, parents do exercise some form of bullying but in form of verbal. Are you gulity of telling these to your children: "Why are you so STOOPID?stupid la you! %^&amp; Dont know how to do simple things like this.. Stupid!" or "Useless leh you! How can you lose your pencil case!?" or "I dont have such stupid and useless child like you! I must have pick up the wrong child" or "You are pick up from the dust-bin la, not a child of us" or #$(%JCL!K^+, drop that thing, $&amp;amp;@)@ pick up la!". I think these have more adverse effect on the children than the taupok-ing and pole-ing. Seriously, parents should reflect on their behaviours before they start blaming others for causing injuries to their beloved children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-5479590008315286584?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/5479590008315286584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=5479590008315286584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/5479590008315286584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/5479590008315286584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-my-5-cent-worth-of-comment.html' title='just my 5 cent worth of comment'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-2071599705112380172</id><published>2007-04-13T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:02:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continue from by food encounter</title><content type='html'>the test result after eating beef: You are safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-2071599705112380172?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/2071599705112380172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=2071599705112380172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/2071599705112380172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/2071599705112380172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/04/continue-from-by-food-encounter.html' title='continue from by food encounter'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-5732665316147387902</id><published>2007-04-13T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:00:16.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invasion of the Diamond Quest</title><content type='html'>I am getting fustrated over my Critical introduction to Gaming essay, so here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of school and also the day when we hand in our computer game, Diamond Quest. Oh manz! I am so thankful it is going to be over in 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in the academic year of 2006/2007, I woke up promptly after I had dozed off while typing essay during the wee hours. At around 12 am I dozed off and was startled awake at around 2am by of course, a nightmare. I dreamed of McGee! To make the matter worse, our game which he was play-testing, had lots of bugs and the buttons/links could not work. When he got eaten by the Grue the computer screen just hang and the only solution is to restart the game. He was frenziedly furious (duhz). He almost beside himself screaming "I thought you have play-test your game, and what is this kind of WORK!.." I was so shocked that I woke up, breaking in cold sweat. phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to my essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-5732665316147387902?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/5732665316147387902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=5732665316147387902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/5732665316147387902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/5732665316147387902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/04/invasion-of-diamond-quest.html' title='invasion of the Diamond Quest'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-1376298295721298951</id><published>2007-03-20T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:44:42.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in deep trouble</title><content type='html'>I really dislike my pms. It makes me moody, as if the whole world has turned upside, the sun rises from the west and the sky is grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the producer of the group is really stressful. I have to remind everyone to do their parts and make sure they have followed the templates i.e. have to do constant checking and editing, on top of the weekly updates I had to write for them. Thursday nights are my nightmares. I am really tired... WHY CANT THAT SOMEONE COME FOR LECTURES AND KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON INSTEAD OF ME KEEP UPDATING HIM. Verbal instructions are forgettable and going online is rare. So I have to sms. My reminders are usually like this: Please check the lesson plan and workbin for your individual parts, prepare and ready for the tutorial. I admit I did not do my part, was lazy by doing selective checking because I was naive enough to think that he really check them *sob. I should have listen my brain. Hence I miss out certain details and ... well... just handed in the document and saw our grades went down the drain. Sorry, group, I let you all down. I am not doing my part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-1376298295721298951?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/1376298295721298951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=1376298295721298951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/1376298295721298951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/1376298295721298951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-deep-trouble.html' title='in deep trouble'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-5597719332764333310</id><published>2007-03-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:41:49.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food encounter</title><content type='html'>A highly sensitive girl I used to be. To be exact, sensitive to food. Mango, seafood, yogurt and beef will trigger allergic reactions, thankfully in the form of rashes. The worst memory is when I was 7 taking my first beef bite. I had to miss a few days of school because the rashes were horrenous. I abstain from beef ever since then. Anyway, why eat beef when we have chickens? I no longer have allergic reaction to mangoes, seafood and yogurt due to mass consumption of these food over the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to a Medical Mission - Mongolia from 17th to 27th of June. The staple food is beef and button. I know those carnivorous out there already drooling over the images of fresh steaks but being beef-phobic it causes some worries in me. " What if there is only beef?", " What am I going to eat?", " Am i going to starve over there?", " Oh no I will cause such inconvenience to my team.." etc. Hence, I determine to build up my immune system against beef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided monday would be the day to try beef because the following day is my "off-day". So in case of bad allergic reaction, I can go to hospital without attracting any attention. On monday, a brother sat beside eating his delicious bowl of beef noodle. The door of opportunity is opened. I courageously ate a small piece of beef. The next day, I am alright. "Is it too small a piece such that it doesnt cause any reaction?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ate my first double cheese burger (with ah mah and her friend). Nothing has happened at the time I am typing this sentance. We shall see tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-5597719332764333310?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/5597719332764333310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=5597719332764333310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/5597719332764333310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/5597719332764333310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/03/food-encounter.html' title='food encounter'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-2467824407527847838</id><published>2007-02-17T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:43:24.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presenting... my NM3216 Minipolis groupmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/RdXld8T8XMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c3wBlzkH58g/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032180461225139394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/RdXld8T8XMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c3wBlzkH58g/s400/Picture2.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/19092187-2467824407527847838?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/2467824407527847838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=2467824407527847838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/2467824407527847838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/2467824407527847838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/02/presenting-my-nm3216-minipolis.html' title='presenting... my NM3216 Minipolis groupmates'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/RdXld8T8XMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c3wBlzkH58g/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-8446945006945861550</id><published>2007-02-16T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:24:32.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>board game done =)</title><content type='html'>"that's all folks!" Yeah! arex ended the presentation and the project is done! It is obvious that he was very nervous but he had tried his best! Compared with other presenters, arex may appeared as boring. This indirectly implies our game is mundane. It is NOT! Our game is fun and interesting as proven by the play-testers. Didnt you know of an idiom "empty vessel makes the most noise". Only a boring game needs a fantastic and engaging saleman to promote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is certainly a great relief that our pet project, Minipolis was done. Each of us done our part well despite the work burden was not evenly distributed. First time in my 4 semesters that I got into such a cooperative group. It is such a pity that we have to disband and reform. I wonder which group I will land myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, wish you a Happy Chinese New Year =) Enjoy your holidays, if there is any, before the craziness of work starts to kick in. In fact, I am preparing my NM2218 essay so that it can be ready for submission by next friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-8446945006945861550?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/8446945006945861550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=8446945006945861550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/8446945006945861550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/8446945006945861550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/02/board-game-done.html' title='board game done =)'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-117074073452720104</id><published>2007-02-06T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:45:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the song of the month</title><content type='html'>Busy with Game design. Really blessed to have such a wonderful group that consist of Hui Ting, Hui Yi, Anselm aka uncle and alex or arex.. and our guest, chong hao aka soon to be ah pek. I can say that we work (and chat) rather well together so hopefully we can remain as group when we move on to computer game design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a strange feeling that I am on the verge of falling sick. Oh no! please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this song which I really like... it just cheer me up. So cute! " I am cow, hear me moo. I weight twice as much as you, and I look good on the barbeque!.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCD1RIqTlEw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCD1RIqTlEw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-117074073452720104?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/117074073452720104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=117074073452720104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/117074073452720104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/117074073452720104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-of-month.html' title='the song of the month'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-116646018628384876</id><published>2006-12-19T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:54:42.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the guy is out!</title><content type='html'>Not many reality shows or tv programs can get my attention except So You Think You Can Dance. I am a hugh fan of the show! This evening I saw my favourite dancer voted out of the show.. yes.. Dmitry Chaplin. *sobz sob. I agreed wholeheartedly that ryan is good but I prefer Dmitry's elegant and smooth moves. He is also humourous and gentleman. A wonderful personality!! Not to mention, he has the looks and physique that I think any guy would willing trade with, even if it cost him an arm and a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a video of him dancing. Oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSCEAkL8vLQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSCEAkL8vLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-116646018628384876?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/116646018628384876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=116646018628384876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116646018628384876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116646018628384876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/12/guy-is-out.html' title='the guy is out!'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-116643433118505897</id><published>2006-12-18T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:32:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring-cleaning</title><content type='html'>Ever since in university, spring-cleaning comes every semester. The room and table ( include my brain) have to be cleared and emptied to make way for new stuff. Despite so many spring-clean sessions, I still discover lots of lost stuff that brought back forgotten memories. Just a few minutes ago, I found a slip of paper tucked at some corner of my cupboard. It was written by someone in secondary school. Clueless who she is because the person left her signature only, though a few guesses can be made. The note said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.4.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shirlyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a person who actually likes you alot since he saw you on last tuesday. he told me not to tell you. But I cant do this to you as to keep you in the dark. So, i decided to tell you. The boy is also at our age. Very nice-looking. How I wish I can have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;(signature)&lt;br /&gt;P.S This is not an April Fool's letter. I don't fool my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously think it is an April Fool's letter because I look like a TOOD back then. However,  it was written by my best friend. hmmm...  brought back lots of memories. Stupid and interesting things done in secondary school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-116643433118505897?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/116643433118505897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=116643433118505897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116643433118505897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116643433118505897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/12/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring-cleaning'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-116608271349578415</id><published>2006-12-14T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:55:28.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>12 days to Christmas and soon 2006 is over! How time flies~ 20 year old le *sob. Must be less blur and gulliable. I couldnt imagine myself in the highly competitive, cruel and merciless workforce at the tender age of 21. I must learn all lessons in NUS. God please teach me more...&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is also the time for thanksgiving. This is the part one, dedicated for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed with all the friends around me. To name a few:&lt;br /&gt;1. consonance, let me feel belonged despite not being with them through the hard time.&lt;br /&gt;2. aikido, allows me see true bond that goes across generations, oceans and continents.&lt;br /&gt;3. fencing, where life lessons are picked up.&lt;br /&gt;4. miss eng hong, constant support in life which includes weekly dosage of cold jokes and messages of encouragment, and Christian walk.&lt;br /&gt;5. miss edlina, being with me when I need someone beside me.&lt;br /&gt;6. miss yian ling, offered her helping hand that in everything.&lt;br /&gt;7. miss dolly, brightened up my days/nights with her calls from england.&lt;br /&gt;8. mr zheng chang, understood my hectic situation and worked doubly hard for our project without complain; cheers anyone up.&lt;br /&gt;9. mr sirui, lent his matriculation card to borrow Chinese books and even extent the deadline to aid me in preparation of my exam&lt;br /&gt;10. mr ming quan, wanted to deliver the lame to my doorstep despite it was late at night and he lived rather far ( 40 min drive); offered to meet me instead of me meeting him when I am asking a favour from him.&lt;br /&gt;11. mr jonathan, willing to take my fencing staff and pass to my friend the next very early morning. It is the thought that counts buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list just goes on... sorry to those who are not listed. Your deeds and thoughts will be remember as long as I did not get amnesia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-116608271349578415?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/116608271349578415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=116608271349578415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116608271349578415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116608271349578415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-116334471109532387</id><published>2006-11-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:12:14.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unforgettable day</title><content type='html'>It was a bright and sunny saturday afternoon. People were enjoying themselves at the East Coast Park- cycling, blading, falling ( well.. those newbiees trying out on their rolling blades), screaming, camping and etc. Suddenly a group of youngesters caught my attention. They brought bags of stuff and spread them on the stone benches in the pavillion. ~ so exciting, a pot-luck party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above the sky, the grey clouds were looming. It began to drizzle lightly... hmmm not too bad. At around 1pm, i saw a girl hugging a plastic bag full of something, strolling towards the pavillion. Apparently enjoying the rain. As soon as she set her second foot into the pavillion, the rain began to pour. Wonderful. In fact, it was a storm that last more than 2h. The people in the pavillion had a great&lt;strong&gt; bonding&lt;/strong&gt; time. The freezing wind sent torrents of cold rain beating mercilessly onto the skins and shivers down the spines. So they whipped out their umbrellas to protect against the bullet-like raindrops and like the penguins in Antarctica, they bond or rather stood closely together for warmth. For more than 2h. Somehow, we managed to eat fried rice from the paper plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4pm, the storm reduced back to a drizzle. Then there was a loud cheering, a girl with a pink tote bag came and brought out a bottle of beileys. Most of them helped themselves with it including the girl who brought the rain. She poured a 1/4 full cup of baileys.  Strangely, about 10 of her friends began to sitt in a line with their eyes set upon her as she began taking sips of it. I dont know how entartaining it could be. Alas! i found out! Her face turned redder every second and the friends asked her the how-you-drunk- questions: how many fingers do I have? How many people are swaying? Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, they celebrated a guy's birthday! The cake looked so pretty with the burning candles. Think they had a good time. At 11.20pm a sub-group went to watch movie, The Prestige. I heard it was a nice movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-116334471109532387?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/116334471109532387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=116334471109532387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116334471109532387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116334471109532387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/11/unforgettable-day.html' title='An unforgettable day'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-116196365165452939</id><published>2006-10-27T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:45:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to update</title><content type='html'>Its time to update my life!! As usual when I got carried away with school work, church, fencing, aikido and others ( are there?), blogging becomes a treat.&lt;br /&gt;So here i am happily blogging. Life has been good- as busy as bee and as blur as sotong ( thats not the reason for not eating sotong).&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being busy, rushing around is good. It makes you forget things... You all know how much I love Dolly, but these days I didnt feel the " oh I miss you so much~". Its only when I saw her msn nick that reads: "loneliness back in spore.. how?" This phrase just hits me like a bolt of lightning. Oh ya.. deep in my heart I miss her. Gradually all the fond memories started to flood into my brain. Will I ever have another friend like her? hmm... I will treasure you forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 8 more days to Ben's wedding! *whistle. So exciting!! We, consonance, are going to sing. There is a song which is really touching.. Sing to the tune of The Water Is Wide (switch on your speaker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Love is Found&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love is found and hope comes home,&lt;br /&gt;Sing and be glad that two are one.&lt;br /&gt;When love explodes and fills the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Praise God and share our Maker’s joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love is torn and trust betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;Pray strength to love till torments fade,&lt;br /&gt;Till lovers keep no score of wrong&lt;br /&gt;But hear through pain love’s Easter song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for love, praise God for life,&lt;br /&gt;In age or youth, in calm or strife,&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hearts! Let love be fed&lt;br /&gt;Through death and life in broken bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikido trainings become tougher.. or is it because I am now a blue belt? anyway... I start having bruishes on my hands *cry. Last semester I had bruishes on my thighs and it was solved by wearing breeches this semester. But I cant wear gloves for aikido... arh.. I shall become tougher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-116196365165452939?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/116196365165452939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=116196365165452939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116196365165452939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/116196365165452939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-to-update_27.html' title='Time to update'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115997571729891781</id><published>2006-10-04T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:28:37.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The photo shoot</title><content type='html'>Our latest assignment: Create a series of not-more-than 10 pictures to narrate a story. I wanted to base my story on these two biblical verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever"&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;1 Corinthians 9:24-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need a model to do these:&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting ready for a run i.e. warming up&lt;br /&gt;2. He is preparing himself on the track&lt;br /&gt;3. Set himself on the mark, eyes focus on the finishing line&lt;br /&gt;4. Burst into energy&lt;br /&gt;5. The adrenaline when he is running&lt;br /&gt;6. How is he is running i.e. on his own lane and the distance he cover&lt;br /&gt;7. The emotions upon reaching the finishing line&lt;br /&gt;8. He reaches the finishing line&lt;br /&gt;9. The relief/happiness when he knows he has done his best and finished the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!? The usual camera-shy Terrance aka ah pek, willing to be the model! Cool~ Thank God for him. I will be shooting on friday. Hopefully the weather will be fine and I can get very good pictures (that capture all the essences) as soon as possible to save him from running a few rounds though I believed it would be a breeze for him since he is a triatlete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115997571729891781?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115997571729891781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115997571729891781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115997571729891781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115997571729891781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-shoot_04.html' title='The photo shoot'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115963060848487640</id><published>2006-09-30T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:36:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mid-term break</title><content type='html'>Mid term bREak? What break? Nervous break-down more likely.. So many projects and things to settle. Amidst these whirlpool of craziness, there are some enjoyable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night after Aikido training, tong cai suddenly asked for a diet coke. Wondering why the health-conscious ex-boss would want to drink that. Alas! He wanted to experiment this: diet coke + mentos = ? Weiye enthusiastically volunteered to be the helper and boss, ning qi the video-grahper. hua zhen and myself simply enjoying the whole show. So he placed the coke on the grass patch beside the pull-up bar and then realised to his horror that the opening was too small for the mentos. Weiye and him had to stomped on a few and forced them in. hmm... the effect: a foaming coke, much dismay for all of us. We decided one fine day, we get those big bottled ones and put a test-tube full of mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: never drink coke after you ate a row of mentos. According to Hua zhen, you get a very bloated stomach. According to the rest of us, you turned into a merlion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my beloved adorable cousin came over to my place. He would cry when I carried him but the trick is, get out of the house- let him enjoy the scenery. So while he was in my arms, his fingers were fondling my ear!! It is so ticklish that I had to hand my cousin back to my uncle. cute little baby. okie.. he is not entirely "little" considering he is now weighing a whopping 11kg and standing at about 70cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115963060848487640?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115963060848487640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115963060848487640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115963060848487640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115963060848487640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/09/mid-term-break.html' title='the mid-term break'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115863694755274649</id><published>2006-09-19T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:35:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there you will be</title><content type='html'>She, my close friend dolly, told me not to be sad. Not to cry at the airport. Be happy. In anycase, I did not cry in front of her. hahaha...  I shall not continue writting if not tears like flowing water came streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I was rather upset that she is going to NTU. And now, she is going to London. I prefer the former choice! Actually, I am really happy for her. Hope she come back with an ang moh boyfriend ~ hehe... dolly dear are you reading this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I have many. Close friends I have a few. Love you dolly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115863694755274649?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115863694755274649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115863694755274649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115863694755274649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115863694755274649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-you-will-be.html' title='there you will be'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115729908857342600</id><published>2006-09-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:58:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz!</title><content type='html'>Lim, your signature color is Aqua Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one-of-a-kind, that's for sure. A unique individual like you will make her mark with a bold, eye-catching color that's not afraid to be noticed. That's why we're pairing you up with Aqua Paradise. Your friends may sometimes question your choices in everything from what you wear to who you date, but they are likely to admire your willingness to experience all that life has to offer. In fact, it wouldn't surprise us if your experimental nature has helped you become ultra-secure in yourself — and that's a great way to be. You've also probably got a creative way of looking at the world that gives you a unique approach to solving problems, at home and at work. And your offbeat opinions and adventurous spirit likely make you a compelling character to pal around with. So keep it up, Aqua, and never give up on whatever paradise you seek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/signaturecolor/index.jsp"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/signaturecolor/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115729908857342600?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115729908857342600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115729908857342600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115729908857342600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115729908857342600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-quiz.html' title='Another quiz!'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115729357456590756</id><published>2006-09-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:28:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly thing i had done.</title><content type='html'>This morning I packed my stuff for aikido grading before leaving for church. In church while groping in the bag for a jacket, I felt a rather tough material and something metallic cold. I was pondering how could my aikido gi felt this way and to my horror upon pulling it out: my fencing breeches. I had mistaken my aikido pants with breeches. Both white can... So I had to sms a few people to borrow pants. Thank God, xiu jun brought me a pair. Just in time for grading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun but got a bit panicky. haha... dont know why. Anyway I got my promotion. So time to spend 5 bucks on the blue belt. Thankfully, the kind Gopi aka Arthur, going to lend me his. Save money =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratz to all those who went grading!!! All of us got promoted and the chairman, Tong cai is now the Sensei favourite disciple! HorraY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are my activities expenses for the START of sem 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fencing membership: $50&lt;br /&gt;Blade: $40&lt;br /&gt;Aikido grading: $72&lt;br /&gt;Aikido fee: $15&lt;br /&gt;consonance membership: $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these added up to a whopping $197, 3 dollars from hitting $200. That exclues my reading packages and textbooks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115729357456590756?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115729357456590756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115729357456590756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115729357456590756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115729357456590756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/09/silly-thing-i-had-done.html' title='silly thing i had done.'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115712934120147604</id><published>2006-09-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:49:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these are so funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/find%20x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/400/find%20x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/sinx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/400/sinx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/infinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/400/infinity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/super%20complicated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/400/super%20complicated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/expand-%201.21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/400/expand-%201.21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something which I found rather funny... something which cheer me up before I start getting nervous about my Aikido grading- this sunday *grasp. Till then.. I am a gold-tipped white belt ( nah... no such thing.. just a level I came up with haha..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115712934120147604?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115712934120147604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115712934120147604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115712934120147604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115712934120147604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-are-so-funny.html' title='these are so funny...'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115709254312238513</id><published>2006-09-01T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:35:43.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post- Welcome tea and AGM</title><content type='html'>Last night Welcome tea cum AGM was sadly stained by some politics. Someone just like to interrupt and take charge of everything.  Many people were apparently quite irriated especially You-Know-Who. YKW had been sitting quietly at one corner, enjoying the company of others or rather in his la-la land until the someone opened his mouth a bit too often. YKW shot up as if a nest of red ants had bitten his butt, and aim a question at him. Oh manz! That was better than my "CAN YOU SHUT UP!!" version. *ahem... not entirely nice.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointly, he didnt get the hint but toned down a bit. phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another guy, a social moth. However, that entire evening except for occasional photo-shooting he was strangely glued to his seat. Ok, its not strange. He was entertaining the girls at his table. argh... what he needs is a GOOD HAIR CUT. If you are reading this, please... heed my advice: CUT YOUR HAIR. Your hair or bird nest, doesnt fit your image, face shape and whatever. It is simply an eye-sore, that unkempt hairdo of yours. If you trying to imitate some 60's look or whichever star,  you obviously cant pull it off. Want to attract more girls? Please take a leaf or two from the rest of the guys in fencing. Although they are not some fashion gurus, but at least they look well-maintained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... finally... We had our Assist. QM, Treasurer, Assist Treasurer , Secretary. Except for the secretary, the rest are girls *horray. Everyone clap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115709254312238513?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115709254312238513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115709254312238513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115709254312238513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115709254312238513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-welcome-tea-and-agm.html' title='Post- Welcome tea and AGM'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115670097424146810</id><published>2006-08-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T02:20:12.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All girls should learn martial arts</title><content type='html'>If i have a daughter in the future, I definitely sign her up for some martial arts. Karate? Aikido? Judo? It will come in handy especially towards some not-so-friendly strangers. Of course, I have a reason for saying this. Let me recount what had happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took place in the mrt train bounds for Marina Bay station. It was not-so-crowded. Nevertheless several people had to stand. So I was standing and leaning against the plastic thingy that was near the right side of the door. An Indian guy was standing directly opposite me i.e. at the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minding my own business... looking out at the sceneries between yew tee and kranji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its nice" the Indian guy spoke.&lt;br /&gt;I turned and stared. "Weird guy" talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;About to whirl away, " its nice" he repeated.&lt;br /&gt;I gave a you-must-be nuts-to think-its-nice look and continued to mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;"Where you stay?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be friendlier because my friends complained that I very ignorant or dao (proud) or cold.&lt;br /&gt;"erm.. Ang mo kio" I lied, in case he harboured some evil intentions which he had as I later found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the train approached Kranji mrt station, he positioned uncomfortably near me, about 10cm apart. Thinking he might not want to block the entrance for other commuters, I kept quiet. Well.. you see there was unusually large crowd of people swimming in such that the compartment was packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly, I felt a nudge on my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;Its that guy. He was holding a peice of folded paper and pushing me to accept.&lt;br /&gt;I gave an outright rejection by turning my back against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt someone touching my jacket which i was holding in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Almost by instinct, I clutched it tighter to myself and took a step foward.&lt;br /&gt;Its that guy again. He was trying to slip the paper into my jacket and hoping to touch me at the same time. Fat chance. I am fast.&lt;br /&gt;"so sorry" he apologised.&lt;br /&gt;I am positively irritated, wanted to give him a stern warning. But I told myself to calm down because he MIGHT have lost his balance or something. Then he got more daring: blowing some air at my shoulder and around my neck. He purposely made it sounded and looked like he was blowing his nose. I knew better. The blowing had direction can.. Both times I endured. I am fuming!!! Never felt so violated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He must have realised that his provocations yielded no reaction, he gave up and got off at Admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you.. he is so lucky to do it twice. I promised to nail him if he going to do it the third time. I already planned the moves I should execute given the small space: use my knee cap to kick his groin hard and punch his jaw. I will make sure it is his happiest moment to see the police AND the ambulance. ~ sirui, I am so sorry... no patient for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, God will not be happy either. That guy is so going to get it unless he repent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115670097424146810?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115670097424146810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115670097424146810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115670097424146810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115670097424146810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-girls-should-learn-martial-arts.html' title='All girls should learn martial arts'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115587039267578431</id><published>2006-08-18T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:06:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identitifications</title><content type='html'>It is rather common for us, at least for arts students, to try to guess which faculty a person comes from by appearance. I think most of you have tried this and came to a agreeable conclusion between your friends. Ok.. the following is my "experience" or discussion with this identification game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shirlyn, I cant believe that you are from arts.."&lt;br /&gt;"Why? cuz i have the 'science' look- the intellectual look?" ( I used to be a science student)&lt;br /&gt;"Nono.. somethings missing.."&lt;br /&gt;"erm... cuz I didnt wear make-up?"&lt;br /&gt;"I dun think so... no..."&lt;br /&gt;"uh...erm... I didnt dye my hair?"&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm... i think thats the one"&lt;br /&gt;"so.. an arts student supposed to have dyed hair?"&lt;br /&gt;"not really lah.."&lt;br /&gt;"and.. wear make-up regardless of weather?"&lt;br /&gt;"ya.. I think that is the combination"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: An arts student spend more time and money on appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiyah... you will know a guy is from engin"&lt;br /&gt;"how?"&lt;br /&gt;"the 3 'S' lohz"&lt;br /&gt;"eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Singlets, Shorts and Slippers"&lt;br /&gt;"hahaa... ya ya true"&lt;br /&gt;"I agree!... hehe"&lt;br /&gt;"the girls.. some quite presentable but mostly also sui-bian"&lt;br /&gt;"ya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: An engin guy student is the sloppiest-. The girls are a tie with the science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"students from law and bizad are well-dressed"&lt;br /&gt;"ya true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Law and bizad produce the best dressed people. Compare to arts, they are more formal, not as sleazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115587039267578431?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115587039267578431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115587039267578431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115587039267578431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115587039267578431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/08/identitifications.html' title='Identitifications'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115557923931586134</id><published>2006-08-15T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:13:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks and thoughts</title><content type='html'>Before the school term officially starts, I managed to catch the firework display at Marina Bay last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing, awesome and beautiful. In short, I am spell-bounded. It made all the running, perspiring and squeezing worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;At a glance, I noticed most people were video-ing the display via their digital camera or cell phones. Not that I oppose their actions, but what is the point? I believed the brain (and the heart) can capture more than the devices. I had an urge to ask them for their rationales but my sanity stopped me. So I came up with the following imagined conversation:&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you record this display"&lt;br /&gt;"So that my friends and relatives can see.. and as a rememberance"&lt;br /&gt;"Then why arent your friends and relatives with you?"&lt;br /&gt;"They busy and dislike the squeezing"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think they will enjoy as much as you did?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think so..."&lt;br /&gt;"In years to come, will you still remember the display?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not duhz. Thats why I recorded it"&lt;br /&gt;"Which will you remember more vividly, without the devices, the display or the emotions that you are feeling now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Emotions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is only a make up, but I believed this is how the majority will reply. Sharing the beautiful moments with your friends or relatives or family is wonderful, but have you ever wish that they would be doing or watching with you? Time is the best thing you can share with someone. The display might be forgotten but the feelings will be forever. Treasure the time you spend with them. I love fireworks, and usually watch with my friend(s). Reason: so that they can enjoy fireworks as much as I do. The burst of happiness in my heart every moment I saw a firework exploded in the sky is beyond description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115557923931586134?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115557923931586134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115557923931586134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115557923931586134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115557923931586134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks-and-thoughts.html' title='Fireworks and thoughts'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115557330285449707</id><published>2006-08-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:35:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to blog</title><content type='html'>It is almost two months since the last time I made a post. Time to update my life! I have stop working because school is starting, or rather started. It is a bitter-sweet feeling. Bitter because it is the end of the honeymoon and the start of my study nightmare. Sweet because working is so much harder than studying and get to see my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be exciting semester!! Firstly, both monday and friday are my free dayS! Secondly, the textbook for SSA2215 is only one inch thick! Ok.. here are the modules I taking:&lt;br /&gt;NM2208: Principles of Visual Communication&lt;br /&gt;NM2216: Introduction to Interactive new media&lt;br /&gt;CH2121: History of Chinese Literature&lt;br /&gt;CH2291: Chinese Tradition&lt;br /&gt;SSA2215: Biophysical Environment of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh manz.. I jumping in my seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115557330285449707?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115557330285449707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115557330285449707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115557330285449707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115557330285449707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-to-blog.html' title='time to blog'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115103354239601017</id><published>2006-06-23T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:32:22.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there i go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/51291/tests/friendship/index.jsp?testname=friendshipogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/51291/http://i.emode.com/tests/friendship/images/result_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          You should pick your Funny Friend&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there's nothing like spending time with the person who just naturally brings out your sunny, and funny, side. Who wants to be dour and sour? Your upbeat attitude and appreciation for the lighter moments in life is what seals the deal for you and the resident comedian in your life. You know who we're talking about — the friend with the one-liners, the quick wit, the insightful commentaries on life's absurdities — the friend who can make you laugh even when they're poking fun at you.But even if they are telling a joke at your expense, you know you can count on them to keep you young at heart, laid-back, and fun-loving. When it comes down to it, would you want it to be any other way? No way!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/51292/tests/friendship/index.jsp?testname=friendshipogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;The Just Between Friends Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115103354239601017?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115103354239601017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115103354239601017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115103354239601017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115103354239601017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-i-go-again.html' title='there i go again'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115103294234467302</id><published>2006-06-23T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:25:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken a series of interesting tests!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/51291/tests/cool/index.jsp?testname=coologt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/51291/http://i.emode.com/tests/cool/images/ice_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Cool as Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it — you've got things under control. A thinker and a planner, you usually don't jump into anything without a plan to get in and a plan to get out. It's pretty safe to assume that you're the brainiac of your friends, and they turn to you when they need someone to take the lead.You're full of good ideas, and you've got the ability to execute them. You're also especially skilled at letting your head rule your heart. There's nothing you won't accomplish if you set your mind to it. Now that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/51292/tests/cool/index.jsp?testname=coologt&amp;amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Cool Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115103294234467302?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115103294234467302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115103294234467302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115103294234467302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115103294234467302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/06/taken-series-of-interesting-tests.html' title='Taken a series of interesting tests!'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-115073346916606386</id><published>2006-06-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:32:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so proud of her</title><content type='html'>Latest updates from my close friend, Dolly. Most of you have been wondering where she is, how she is, when she is back to civilisation, why she is doing all these. Well, to answer all these you have to ask her personally. For all I care, she is entirely happy. Undeniably, I missed my friend but then again, I am happy because she is happy =) I am proud of her. Partly of what she had attained- Sword of Merit. Mostly it is the determination, endurance and strength that she possess. In achieving such accomplishment, she is still the caring, humorous and sincere friend, as I always know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos which I have the honor to display. See how much she has grown!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/IMG_4394.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/IMG_0013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/IMG_0015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p href="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/IMG_0005.jpg" src="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/throw%20hat.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-115073346916606386?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/115073346916606386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=115073346916606386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115073346916606386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/115073346916606386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-so-proud-of-her.html' title='i am so proud of her'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114991754415528107</id><published>2006-06-10T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:32:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messy life- my fault</title><content type='html'>I am breaking apart! I have no enough time.. ah! The following is the hourly time spend for each activity in a wk ideally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Work- 8.5, transport- 2, Meals- 2, Sleep- 8, Quiet time- 1, shower &amp; others- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Work- 8.5, transport- 3, Meals- 2, Sleep- 6, Quiet time- 1, shower &amp; others- 1, fencing- 2. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( same as monday). &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( same as tuesday). &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Work- 8.5, transport- 3, Meals- 2, Sleep- 6, Quiet time- 1, shower &amp; others- 1, aikido- 2. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;( with fencing training)&lt;/span&gt; transport- 5, Meals- 2, sleep- 7, Quiet time- 1, shower &amp; others - 1, fencing- 2, choir- 4, Computer game- 2. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total- &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(WITHOUt fencing training) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;transport- 3, Meals- 2, sleep- 10, Quiet time- 1, shower &amp; others- 1, choir/YAMS- 3.5/2, computer game- 3/4. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.5/23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;transport- 4, Meals- 2, sleep- 8, church activities- 3.5. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Total-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There still other activities that I need to put in:&lt;br /&gt;1. preparing sunday school lesson ( alternate week)&lt;br /&gt;2. physical training&lt;br /&gt;3. revising songs&lt;br /&gt;4. family time&lt;br /&gt;5. socializing&lt;br /&gt;6. leisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grasp. SO many things to do... Apparently sunday is my only free time. So i have two choices: first, to drop 2 activities or keep it the way and not gain anything much. I better make up my mind if not i will end up like melvin (aikido).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114991754415528107?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114991754415528107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114991754415528107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114991754415528107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114991754415528107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/06/messy-life-my-fault.html' title='messy life- my fault'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114840502811340696</id><published>2006-05-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:28:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Fencing- social nite</title><content type='html'>Kicking off the fencing night, a pair of Levi grey mens' undergarment greeted me or us at the door step of the store room. *gross. Definitely do not belong to the fencing guys because firstly it did not exist after our training and most importantly, the fencer who had arrived earliest saw it lying already on the floor. Since the floorball and fencing are the only sports clubs using this store room, therefore it had to be belonged to one of the floorball guys. If the owner happens to be reading this, i am sorry but we had thrown it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The MRT has this familar annocement: Please do not leave your belonging unattended. If you see any suspicious item please inform the officers or call 999. Undergarment certainly not a suspicious item, however it is not very nice to leave them unattended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So please do not leave your private stuff lying around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lose your undergarment, lose your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, teddy declared his love for sirui... haha. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scandalous.. Sirui is straight so even if teddy has a tint of crookedness, he will cut the bud. Anyway it is just a joke to tease Wei ann. *ahem. Analogy actually. So with a cup of iced milo, he said this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看见那美丽的月亮如看见你漂亮的脸颊。( Loosely translated: staring at the beautiful moon is like looking at your pretty face) ~ o.O Teddy said the person might misinterpreted the sentance as referring to the person's face as round as the moon. hahah... lol. I doubted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I attempted to improve his romantic sentance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑夜里的月亮，皓洁又婉和。娥娜多姿。&lt;br /&gt;闪丽的星星，说不尽的爱情。&lt;br /&gt;蓝天中的太阳，温暖又豪刚。光彩灿烂。&lt;br /&gt;棉柔的白云，带无数的欢乐。&lt;br /&gt;多么令人陶醉其中。&lt;br /&gt;可在我记忆里，只有你的脸。引人入神。&lt;br /&gt;你的一切是，一种美丽神话。&lt;br /&gt;此刻想与你吃热粥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof is so going to kill if he see this... *shameful. anyway.. ahha... results out this saturday. Hope I get a decent grade for that CH2228 module.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114840502811340696?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114840502811340696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114840502811340696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114840502811340696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114840502811340696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-fencing-social-nite.html' title='Its Fencing- social nite'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114742005922983910</id><published>2006-05-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:28:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;gk, thanks for reminding me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After the exam, I am as busy as a bee!! Having lots of meetings to attend to. *crazy. Its fulfilling though =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have a surprise for you, my friends. Are you ready? Grip on something sturdy, sit tight and make sure your eye balls do not pop out. I cut my hair. No no.. cut as in cut short.&lt;br /&gt;See ----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%28111%29.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Trust me, your eye sight is fine. Rub no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went for fencing yesterday... haha... yian ling was thinking" who is the guy over there?" when that "guy" is me. well.. what can i say? She needs to change her contact lens!! How can a guy as pretty as me!? * Give u a plastic bag, please do not dirty your place with vomit. Johnny gave me a suggesstion: keep a (hair) tail. Like his! cool right ~&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/19092187-114742005922983910?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114742005922983910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114742005922983910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114742005922983910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114742005922983910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/05/gk-thanks-for-reminding-me-after-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114525558832354098</id><published>2006-04-17T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:35:30.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This blog will be dormant until my exams end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is my timetable:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21 April&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cosmetics and Perfumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24 April&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chemistry in Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24 April&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ci lyrics in Tang-Song Dynasties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26 April&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Making Sense of the Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27 April&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Theories of communication and new media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Everyone jiayou!! Happy mugging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have a break, have a mug of books!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength" - Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Prayer request anyone??&lt;/span&gt; Juz give me a bit of drizzles or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:bottlebeads@yahoo.com"&gt;bottlebeads@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114525558832354098?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114525558832354098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114525558832354098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114525558832354098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114525558832354098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-blog-will-be-dormant-until-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114482840170554556</id><published>2006-04-12T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:01:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This week is the Holy week, the period of time when Jesus entered Jerusalem to His Resurrection- the Salavation. I actually comtemplated to give a detailed description of the happenings but somehow decided to give the essence. Those who are interested, here is the link:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;chapter=26&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;chapter=26&amp;amp;version=31&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;from Matthew 21:1-27; 26-28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jesus was riding on a donkey when He entered Jerusalem. The people were glorifying him, shouting " Hosanna!", some spreading their cloaks on the road while others cut branches and spread them on the road. A triumphal entry indeed. However, a few days later the same group of people shouted " crucify him!". How fast a man changes his heart. . The reasons are many including He is the promised Messiah (in Old Testament), the Chief priests and elders rejected His teachings, He is the King... etc. So as it was a governer's custom at the Feast to release prisoner chosen by the people, they chose the notorious murder to be released to them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/response/qa/reason_crucified.htm"&gt;http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/response/qa/reason_crucified.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So He was crucified, whipped and mocked. When the darkness came over all the land, Jesus cried out " Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" ( which means " my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?) and after He received a drink of vinegar, he cried " It is finished" and died. Suffered and died on the cross. Joseph of Arimathea requested to take the body. With Nicodemus, they wrapped His body with mixture of myrrh and aloes in the Jewish burial customs then they laid His body in a tomb. The chief priests and elders remembered Jesus said that He will risen on the third day, so they sealed the opening with a heavy rock and placed guards to make sure the disciples do not steal the body. On the third day, Mary magdalene and other women went to look for the tomb but all they found was empty tomb and an angel telling them that the Lord had resurrected. Jesus appeared to His disciples, with the markings on His body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So what are the significances? He entered the city on the donkey's back which means He came as humble as servant and just as obedient- to fulfill God's plan. When he said "It is finished", it means that He had cleansed all our sins and we reconcile to God. Sins have separated us from God. So His resurrection signifies the victory over death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" ( John 3:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All His sufferings were for us, the sinners, who made Jesus cried. This song touches me so much that I cried when we were singing this song during the worship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;*switch on your speaker, it is playing this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We Are The Reason&lt;br /&gt;by David Meece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As little children, we would dream of christmas morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And all the gifts and toys, we knew we'd find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But we never realized a baby born one blessed night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And we were the reason that he gave his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were the reason that he suffered and died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To a world that was lost, He gave all he could give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As the years went by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We learned more about giftsAnd giving of ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finally found the reason for livingIt's in giving every part of my heart to himIn all that i do every word that i sayI'll be giving my all just for himFor him&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114482840170554556?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114482840170554556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114482840170554556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114482840170554556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114482840170554556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-week-is-holy-week-period-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114443607989874987</id><published>2006-04-08T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:54:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really do not know how to break this news gently... MY PRESENTATIONS AND PROJECTS ARE OVER!!!... They became HISTORY...! yeah... its history. That is the only thing I like about history. Seriously. The EU 1101E had traumatized me beyond description. I figured out that I am suffering from a new psychological effect: historyphobia. The cure for this: take HY1101E, Prof Ernest Lockheart is the lecturer. However, it is too late. As i said, all has become history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, its MUGGING time! ~ sirui had fedex-ed me all the left0ver midnight oil and chocolates from his mugging ( yes, his exams for his sem were history). So I have some reserves before embarking on my mugging adventure where new concepts are waiting to be discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My pimples have reduced to red patches on my skin~ in hope to recover to the SK-II worthy skin. Then again, the exams are around the corner.. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114443607989874987?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114443607989874987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114443607989874987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114443607989874987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114443607989874987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-really-do-not-know-how-to-break-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114360395905501430</id><published>2006-03-29T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:56:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am just feeling stressed, bored... and tired of writing my term paper... in Chinese. Do not get me wrong, I like Chinese but its the hanyupingying programme that is so ma fan. The thought that more than half of lecture group is yr 2 or 3 Chinese nationals simply elavate the stress. ah!!! Grumbling, rumbling and more rumbling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Un-glam pics of myself: caught sleeping on my bed. Notice the papers?? that explains why... haha.. I am reading the research essays and journals for my term paper, then inevitably dozed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So comfortable..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;* the white dot you see on my right cheek is the extra-thick pimple cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114360395905501430?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114360395905501430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114360395905501430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114360395905501430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114360395905501430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-just-feeling-stressed-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114321518204875626</id><published>2006-03-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:46:22.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday, I went for my first Life Meeting: Senior Mentor Appreciation Day. It was very exciting! and of course, fun. I felt so at home althought the majority was strangers. They ARE so friendly and loving!!! MuAh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;However, I felt really gulity not going for fencing. I brought my stuff: fencing mask, wire, glove, socks and clothes. Well... the LM ends at 8pm or so I heard, so I thought still make it for 1h of training.  In the end, LM finished at 8.45pm. ~ really sorry yian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This week was crazy... rushing projects and presentations.. ahrhggghhh....!!!!!!!!! When you see this blog entry, it means I have 1 project and 1 term paper to go before the exam fever catches up. Now that I have time to scrutinize my face in the mirror, I realised my skin is in a terrible condition: pimple breakout. Honestly, I never experiences this before. Its the largest scale in 19 years. The number of pimples during my puberty is countable. This time.. its uncountable. Great. Cant imagine me with pimples or how bad the condition, this is an exclaimation from my friend, " sHIR!!... what happen to your skin!!!". I think she says it all. So after the crazy tuesday, I had facial masks for two consecutive nights. Luckily, the irritating red pimples subside but still quite bad.. eh...  I seldom have pimples so my definition of bad can be not at all correct to some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My good friend recently noted, " shirlyn ah, I saw some fine lines at your eye bags. Better take care.. before its too late". *faint. Wonderful timing isnt it? I am going through transition between teenage and adulthood so I have pimples and fine lines at the same time. Time to use SK ll? nah... maybe too young... hmmm... ok I shall stick with Tea Tree Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114321518204875626?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114321518204875626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114321518204875626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114321518204875626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114321518204875626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-i-went-for-my-first-life.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114253805804426590</id><published>2006-03-17T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:42:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Felt really irritated today with almost everything at home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First thing I saw was the brainless, gossipy and good-for-nothing local tabloid newspapers. They do not possess any trace of substance or intelligence. AlL they do is constantly digging out dirty laundries of other people and tagging people with unkindly names. How would the family members feel? Don't they care? Worse, these newspapers have an unimaginable large pool of loyal fans who simply love those "stories" they have woven. I shall illustrate with a classic example: A 19 year old girl and a middle aged married man found dead in a car and was suspected they died of carbon monoxide poisoning; Upper half of the man slumped onto the girl's body. Most of us, I hope, is inquisitive for the cause of their death and explaination for the position they were in. The tabloid newspaper however, will report things: what do the collegues think of them, do they have some relationship, how many children do the married man has, ask the family members to give comments...etc.. And then the news reporters would describe the scene so explicitly that the death of two people became a scandal of an unfaithful husband and a single attractive young girl. Basically they do not show an ounce of respect for the families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Furthermore with these kind of news circulating and its is not surprising that I am forbidded to stay in hall or hostel. As the elderly put it: things will happen. Great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I also very convinced that having As do not imply anything but a prove that you have work hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114253805804426590?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114253805804426590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114253805804426590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114253805804426590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114253805804426590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/03/felt-really-irritated-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114205022386933017</id><published>2006-03-11T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:12:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Traces of evdience that I am stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(1) I could sleep like a dead-log even though my alarm clock is ringing its needles off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2) I had to press "snooze" on my hp for at least three times before I am thoroughly awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(3) Events slipping off my mind- Walking to and fro between canteen and library because I couldnt remember why I am heading for these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(4) Doing eccentric things like posing with a product and photoshop those pictures . Nono.. I am not the Sk-ll girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(19)%20edited%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2852%29-%20edited02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(52)-%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(52)-%20edited02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2819%29%20edited%2002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2817%29-%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(5)Having temptation to eat chocolates and drink coffee ( you know the effect on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(6) What does Red Bull taste like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(7) Forgetful - forgetting most of the appoinments, meetings and dates with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(8) Easily irriated&lt;/span&gt;&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/19092187-114205022386933017?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114205022386933017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114205022386933017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114205022386933017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114205022386933017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/03/traces-of-evdience-that-i-am-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114175307763698204</id><published>2006-03-08T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:11:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a few funny happenings in school today... hope you all get some laughs or catch a cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I supposed to return pencil and eraser to my friend because yesterday the forgetful me left her pencil case at home. But today I only brought his pencil. Naturally I returned his pencil and un-naturally passed him my eraser. Next week we shall exchange our erasers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Met my friend today who was with his group of friends. Since didn see him for quite some time, we chattted... and of all places, behind a bougainvillea bush. Quite misleading ya... a boy and a  girl behind a flower bush. His friends whistled across the road.. * so embrassing. I found it funny though.. hahaa~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I suddenly forgot the topic for our chinese project. So when he passed me the articles, I gave him a blank look. Those why-are-you-passing-me-such-boring-and-rather-irrelvant-stuff look. Then I also suddenly remembered that it is our project topic. Later I wanted to photocopy some readings and to my horror, the cash card left a pathetic $0.11. well.. have to borrow from my another friend. His comments: 带你出去很麻烦. We are in the chinese library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A fencing mask adds a lot of weight to a bag. Therefore, I decided to carry it in my hands. A not really grave mistake. I just get lots of stares and friends asking me what is it. Some even exclaimed " ShiRLYN!! you rode a bike to school!??". A mask is so different from a helment. And strangely today, I noticed that there are a few guys holding their motorcycle helments in their hands walking around campus. That explains the stares and questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114175307763698204?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114175307763698204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114175307763698204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114175307763698204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114175307763698204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/03/few-funny-happenings-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114116023361969633</id><published>2006-03-01T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:57:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today the entry shall features a very special person whose identity I shall not disclosed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;However, I believed smart readers like yian ling, sirui and many others would have guessed correctly. . haha.. His contributions to the club are certainly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Therefore, he has the honour of being mentioned in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honorary person:&lt;/span&gt; ______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Occupation(s):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Full time student, part time fencing (equipment) technician and temporary full time destroyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Past records:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;too many to be mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Prominent contributions:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Able to revive "dead" blades or resolve problematic blades, usually due to wiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Significant deeds:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(1) till today, 3 blades have been broken when jun rong and he fenced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                     (2) Hefang's blade also broke fencing with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                     (3) My blade broke when freddy and him fenced ( cuz freddy used my blade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                     (4) Lile's sturdy wire died after fencing with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                     (5) My clip broke after connecting the spool to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So far, none of the members could outshine his wonderful performance. The award thus, shall be his alone. Unless, there is someone who can challenge these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114116023361969633?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114116023361969633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114116023361969633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114116023361969633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114116023361969633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-entry-shall-features-very.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114053627931729711</id><published>2006-02-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:38:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Last saturday, we went to Febri's 21st birthday!! wow! and i turned 19 just 3 months ago! How time flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~ feb, do you feel old?? heheee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Everybody says "CheeSE!!..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We are all ready to be featured in the up-coming Darlie toothpaste ads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please do take extra notice of the ads the next time you switch on the black&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/P1020522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We have light-sticks, do you?!&lt;/span&gt; Big deal huh?&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; I have lots of otahs, you cant eat light sticks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/P1020524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Smile... and muAKs! We are the 4 sparkling stars that you saw that night .. we lit up the dull night sky with our irresistible brilliant smile and kisses!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/P1020529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yeah~ you wish you are here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114053627931729711?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114053627931729711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114053627931729711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114053627931729711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114053627931729711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-saturday-we-went-to-febris-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114037089650339502</id><published>2006-02-20T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:58:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I really need to share this before I forgot. So here I am bloggging at unearthly hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am taking SC 1101E: Making sense of the society, this semster. On the fateful 28 Feb will be my mid-term test, 2 essays in 1h 45min or 2h. I was rather worry because I have no idea HOW should I approach and answer to the sociology question. Really I must thank God, because my friend suddenly asked me if I wanted any sample essay! WOW!! Hey, I yet to pray for this! I intended to it this week while studying the module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We are children of God and He is our Father, therefore, He knows our needs even before we verbally ask from him. The crying from our hearts have reached His ears. Yes, its true. Wonderfully amazing =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" Matthew 7:9-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So before I zzzzz, I like to end with this verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Ask and it will given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you" Matthew 7:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-114037089650339502?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114037089650339502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114037089650339502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114037089650339502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114037089650339502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-really-need-to-share-this-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-114036194610589737</id><published>2006-02-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:44:23.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Today is quite a weird weird day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have no idea what am i doing.. Half the time, I was as if lost in my own laa-laa land&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It needs a person to repeat his/her intructions before they register into my head!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I pray this shall not happen again!!!.. I know I have hit the ultimate blur-ness! ~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最高境界&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;After church, my friends and I went Queensway Shopping Centre to shop for my sports bag so that to save me from carrying a few barang-barang. Its big enough to contain the lame, jacket, plastron, another set of clothes, toiletries and lecture notes.. I seriously doubt can squeeze in the mask. But my friends said if I try to get anything bigger, I will be either bending sideway or might as well get a luggage! True true... I dun want to look like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;turtle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So we left happily and made our way to anchorpoint. There was not much to see except a gift shop which sells&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;superemely interesting items!..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a skliny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I like it when it was placed on a flight of stairs.. it just keep on hopping and leaping! So lively! So like me! ahhaa... I had outgrown from the skliny since 6 years old but when I saw it today, I wanted to have it again! Maybe I should visit the shop next week to buy it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;Then we went to Ikea to look around. Wait. Dont get us wrong! We are just looking around. It was quite fun really... haha.. I like to walk walk in the Cold Storage, Carrefour, NTUC Fairprice .. etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will pay loyalty for the usage of this word "laa-laa word". Copyrighted by joo =)&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/19092187-114036194610589737?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/114036194610589737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=114036194610589737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114036194610589737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/114036194610589737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-quite-weird-weird-day.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113958367562400465</id><published>2006-02-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:09:41.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have no idea why am I blogging when I should be catching up with my readings. I think " shir, you have not been blogging for almost a wk" sounds like a perfect excuse. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This week is odd week, so its quite slack which also implies that I wasted more time. Day-dreaming what else? so stop day-dreaming now shir and blog! you must realise the dream of 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I always want to donate blood, to safe a life or several lives. Serious. But, I couldnt hit the 45kg mark for 4 yrs all thanks to the unusually high metabolism rate. This year is different. I changed my diet to achieve my goal. I added full-cream milk into my breakfast and cheese cakes for tea-break for a week, plus several weeks of hawaiian pizza for supper. I hit the magical 45. Sadly, 5 days later I lost 2.5kg back to the "norm". I have no idea where had it goes. Then I gave up to try to gain weight. Any tom dick and harry can tell you that it is an extremely unhealthy lifestyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before CNY, NUS First Aid had this blood donation drive. Knowing that I am below 45kg I still went ahead to sign up. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A few days before the donation, I actually felt contemplated to buy Gain-weight milk powder (candy planted the idea into my head)..* Shhhh...But couldn bring myself to enter the shop because I know that most of the people inside are buying slimming products!!!&lt;/span&gt; Guess what, yesterday I went for blood donation and I am 45kg! Must be the CNY fats. hahaa!!! Anyway, i didn get to donate because my haemogoblin level is below 12. Nevemind shall try again next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I know people couldn comprehend the reason for me to gain weight when half of female population in singapore try to &lt;em&gt;lose &lt;/em&gt;weight. To donate blood is the most important reason and follows closely by " shir, you look so skinny!!!" By the way, I did take de-worming pills to make sure my body is worm-less and to get rid of them if they ever exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113958367562400465?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113958367562400465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113958367562400465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113958367562400465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113958367562400465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-no-idea-why-am-i-blogging-when.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113906758288353832</id><published>2006-02-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:41:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My beloved cousin became 6 months old but he has the height and size of a one-year old child. His eyes become wider and more expressive!!&lt;/span&gt; Even better, although we didn see each other for more than 3 months, my baby cousin still recognised and quite attached to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;He is very sticky too!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ah... its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heArT-WaRmiNG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to be hug!!! I simply &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HugGY- hUGgisH- huG- hUgZ.. hug anyone???!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am watching Chingay performance on TV because my relatives coming over to my house while the baby is staring at .... I dunno...&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; striking chinese new year decorations&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%289%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113906758288353832?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113906758288353832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113906758288353832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113906758288353832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113906758288353832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-beloved-cousin-became-6-months-old.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113871925561785279</id><published>2006-01-31T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:13:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;has always been my favourite occasion&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is the only period, i think, that worth those traffic jams. Jam from singapore to door-step of grandma's malaysian house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Besides visiting relatives and collecting ang baos, eating new-year food and drinking all sort of drinks (except alcoholic ones), we watched an acrobat-wushu performance by a He Nan Acrobat-wushu group. Packed with strength, agility and grace, they put a thumb-up show. It was simply AwEsoME!!! Their bodies can twist everywhere oh my goodnes... more flexible than a snake!! And they seem to be feather-weight. 11 people on a bicycle! 7 or 8 people cliching on the rider, the one who was cycling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am inspired to be an acrobat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;However, I am too old for all these. I will break all my bones and joints!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Actually, this was the second time I dreamed to be an acrobat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The first time was 4 yrs ago when I went to Beijing and watched an acrobat performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. . haha.. A dream that was never realised. I think my parents will faint at the instant they knew of this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The family has growned bigger. Bigger in size and numbers. More marragies, more babies and more ang baos! Singles like me benefit =) I saw an increase in the number.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehe... they are in ringgit though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;For several cny, the newspaper column has been mentioning about the group who travel to oversea to escape from the usual cny-qn: do you have a gf/bf? when are you getting married? when you are getting pregnant? when are you having a child? The group is large, as the papers said, to become an issue. I however, was only convinced by the severity when I saw countless singapore-registered cars with only a driver or a couple lining up on the road! Initially, I couldn comprehend the reason for the escape. I mean... there is nothing to be embarrass about. But, now my thinking is changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This cny my relatives keep asking if I have a bf. For some unkown reason ( I am not embarrass about it or am I?), I had to boister my courage to utter the answer. Worse, " I have no time" is categorized as an excuse and maybe an unacceptable reason . An acceptable explaination would prove to be challenging task. I have this frightening feeling that I going throught that "phase".. hiaz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113871925561785279?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113871925561785279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113871925561785279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113871925561785279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113871925561785279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-has-always-been-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113837475629751063</id><published>2006-01-27T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:12:36.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am to a conclusion that vodka or alcohol and me do not get along very well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Today I was expriencing a slight hangover, and I went to NUS without attending the only lecture of the day. So I have to watch the web-cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night was my very good friend, Dolly's social night. She invited Nelson who was her date and me.. erm.. friends reunion. Three of us knew each other during JC days so it was more like a meet-up session in SAFTI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We also get to know a very nice and down-to-earth buddy of hers, Hui shan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was quite an un-interesting affair. Simply eat, drink and be merry. Maybe a few games but either we cant be bothered or doesnt involved us. First, was the scavanger hunt which none of us paid slight attention to. Second, was Beer-drinking competition which girls were naturally out. Third, was couple-eat-sweet-and-lips-supposed-to-touch- competition which non-couples were automatically disqualified. Last, was mixed alcohol drinking competition which needed much urging and encouragement from the emcee before anyone relunctantly participated. Thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A very gentleman Nelson fetched a glass of orange juice for me and in order to make sure it is alcohol-free, he tasted it before getting me one. Surprise, surprise, the orange juice was contaminted. I did not blame him. My reasoning is that he had already downed 3 mugs of beer so he couldnt tasted out the vodka. Well, I felt a bit tipsy after half a glass and my face flushed. My mind is still clear. Most importantly, I reached home safetly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Dolly and I parted with a tighter- than- bear hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She will be on board ship next wednesday and I shall see her a few months later. Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Before I forget, I must also thank the date of her buddy. She drove us, Nelson and me, out of SAFTI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113837475629751063?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113837475629751063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113837475629751063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113837475629751063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113837475629751063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-to-conclusion-that-vodka-or.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113699399223598080</id><published>2006-01-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:44:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last month the exams ended and a month later, the new semester starts. 3 yrs in uni would certainly be over before you finish saying "university". Of course, the semester kicks off with the nerve-cracking bidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While the majority had declared major, I am still thinking about this issue. Not that they had confirmed their majors but it is for convenience sake. You get to bid earlier. So, once again I did not get all the modules I wanted. Anyway, I am quite contented with these:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PR 2202 Cosmetics and Perfumes, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;GEK 1503 Chemistry in Space,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SC1101E Making sense of the Society,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;NM 2102 Theories of Communication and New Media,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and CH 2228 Ci lyrics in Tang-Song dynasties&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thoroughly enjoy Cosmetics and Perfumes! As title said its about cometics and pefumes, taught under Pharmacy. Therefore, it is not girly or teach you how to put on make-up. I encouraged guys to take this, at least to let them know that by bathing themselves in deodourant/perfume doesnt mask the body odour. Instead, it usually turns out to be worse. I know its sweet, nice and gentleman of them to try. But a mixture of perspiration and deodourant/perfume does not produce the desired smell. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Advice: take a shower.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Another advice: Tab a few drops of perfume when you are well-washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another module i really like and dislike at the same time is Chemistry in Space. It is mostly on astronomy. So I shall spend most of my time seeing stars, literally. However, the theories behind the formation though interesting, is kinda boring. 1h 30 min lecture on the Big Bang Theory. For your information, the universe ( as the theory said) is tiny and there is no bang. Just like the Holy Roman Empire. It is neither holy nor roman. Here are some pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/galaxies.3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/galaxy%2003%20-barred.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Galaxy%2002.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/galaxy%20-%20spiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/galaxies_0800.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Galaxy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/stars%20-%20Eagle%20nebula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beautiful arent they...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The other modules.. well... another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19092187-113699399223598080?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113699399223598080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113699399223598080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113699399223598080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113699399223598080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-month-exams-ended-and-month-later.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113673888719793883</id><published>2006-01-09T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:52:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dislike list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.. People twisting the facts and writting untrue stories i.e. leading others astray ( including the masterminds of the terrorist attacks)&lt;br /&gt;2.. Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;3.. Unbelievably egoistic person with a trumpet&lt;br /&gt;4.. Unbelievably egoistic person&lt;br /&gt;5.. Cruella De Vil&lt;br /&gt;6.. Empty promises&lt;br /&gt;7.. Hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;8.. Liars&lt;br /&gt;9.. Making fun of me when I am dead serious about certain matters&lt;br /&gt;10. Making of comtemporary europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113673888719793883?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113673888719793883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113673888719793883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113673888719793883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113673888719793883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/01/dislike-list-1.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113621548116078216</id><published>2006-01-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T02:08:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;Its 2006! EVerything is NEW!!!!... almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new agency&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tuition agency ( restructed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new beginning&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;of the semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new collection&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Books on geisha ( I have already bought a few)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new dream&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;less daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new event&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Novices ( Fencing) or a consonance concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new focus&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;have better time- managment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new goal&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CAP 5.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new habit&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sleep as early as possible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new insight&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Adrenaline is exceptionally effective in keeping one's mind awake. Therefore, exercise when you are feeling sleepy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel very energised after training&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new jargon&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;kasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new kick&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;side kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new licence&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;driving licence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new motto&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new necessity&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A bus guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new opinion&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Men are as sensitive as women. Or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new practice&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; sleep on my back or side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new question&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When an English word starts with "Q", why is it always follows by " u"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new resolution&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Be punctual for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new skill&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;bake brownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new toy&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new undertaking&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;teach the pri. 6 sunday school ( teaching assistant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new venture&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; the tuition agency will increase its market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new weapon&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;fencing blade ( relatively new, got it about 3 weeks ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new x ???&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3 words found: xenophobia, x-ray, xylophone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new yearning&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;donate blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new zeal&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fence, Sing, Spar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113621548116078216?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113621548116078216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113621548116078216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113621548116078216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113621548116078216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-2006-everything-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113595962472782196</id><published>2005-12-30T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:26:01.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kira- Kira by Cynthia Kadohata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was the Newbery Medal Winner: for the most distingusted contribution to American Literature for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%28101%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kira- Kira ( kee'ra kee'ra): glittering; shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is beautifully written, heartbreaking and touching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The language is truly simple, yet the sceneries, emotions and sounds are vividly described. I believed this is the magic of this book. I could easily conjure the images in my head, feel the characters and listen to the voices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Outline of the story: A Japanese family struggled to meet end needs in a colour coded America town where they just moved in. The main character is a 12 year old girl. She described the changes in her family and how they coped when her elder sister whom she very closed to, suddenly fell sick and eventually died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The story is so innocent and full of childish enjoyment/amazement such as throwing Kleenex tissue papers from the roof top because they would fluff up like graceful butterflies or staring at myraids of stars. Of course, they do not live in laa-laa land all the time. They face the harsh realities of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Every characters are bounded by Love. Her parents had to work round the clock to pay the enormous house mortage and the snow- balled medical bill. The main character had to juggle her time to take care of her younger brother, did household chores and homework. On top of these, she had to take care of her sickly sister. Then one fine night, she broke down. In an uncontrollable emtional outburst, she and her dying elder sister screamed " I hate you!" to each other. Just a few hours before the sister died. It was heart wrenching. The family moved to another state, to move on with life and move away from the place of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sobbed and blowed my nose, even when I am half way through the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rating: 4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would certainly encourage all to read this book. However, it might be a bore for hard-core fans of Stephen King, Dan Brown, John Grisham or Micheal Crichton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surprisingly, the pretty cover or the prominent " Newbery Medal Winner" did not catch my attention. Instead it is the bold, bright 20% discount sticker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I admitted it was quite rash of me to just grap a book like this. Then again, I was in a hurry and had a tight budget. That day, 27 Dec 2005, I bought The Chronicles of Narnia, Autobiography of a Geisha ( yes, another book on geisha) and Kira- Kira. Get my point now?&lt;/span&gt; I have The Chronicles of Narnia to finish before the semester starts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S FINALLY, I completed The Da Vinci Code. Though Dan Brown posted a few interested points, I found the book quite crappy, as in lots of nonsenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113595962472782196?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113595962472782196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113595962472782196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113595962472782196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113595962472782196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/kira-kira-by-cynthia-kadohata-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113557619795513791</id><published>2005-12-26T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:02:28.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;second part of the blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This Christmas season was different from the past years. Instead of rushing to different places to carol, I rushing only to church, twice, to rehearse for the Christmas skit. Most significantly, I reached home before 10.30pm. Although I felt something missing, I get to spend more time with my family especially with my younger brother who had his first booked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, I attended the Christmas Worship service and performed in the skit. haha.. only appear for a few seconds. Okie.. I wanted to share the sermon which i find rather meaningful. The speaker was Dr Lim Teck Peng. The summary as follows with a few personal notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Light of Christmas ( John 1:9-14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We received lots of gifts during Christmas. Some of these gifts were chunked aside. We too, gave lots of gifts to our children, friends and relatives. So many gifts, and have we asked " What is the true gift of Christmas?" The answer is " the light of life" ( John 8:12).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When we believed in Him, we accept and walk in the light ( John 12: 46). This would change our perspective of lives. The change could be sudden or in most believers, gradual. For certain, the light will shine in and out of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We are children of God and truly, we are children of light. God can change us. God want to change us. He has the means through Jesus as we walk in the light of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes we afraid to speak our mind because we afraid to lose something. However, we should not fret. The word of God, with the Holy Spirit, we have the voice of Jesus therefore, we could speak. The truth shall make us free ( John 8:32). Remember we walk in the light, not the darkness ( John 3:19-20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Light is grace and truth. Some people said that speaking the truth has no place for grace or even love. Grace comprises our moral standard by indulgence of wrong doing and grace comprises truth. However, the words of Jesus are both graceful and truth. He knows everything but He is so graceful. Grace gives us to grow. When His diciples do not understand His teachings, He would painstakingly explain to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We could confuse the grace of Jesus with ourselves. To us, gracious means be nice to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We as children of Light, should have grace and truth. May our lives fill with light. May those who came to us see the light of grace and truth. Luke 8: 16 " No one, when he has lit a lamp, covers it with a vessel or puts it under a bed, but sets it on a lampstand, that those who enter may see the light. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Remember Jesus said that love or care should given without asking for recongition. Even Jesus is rejected by men. Do not be despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113557619795513791?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113557619795513791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113557619795513791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113557619795513791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113557619795513791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/second-part-of-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113549827439395367</id><published>2005-12-25T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:51:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is very special!! This year, Christmas falls on a sunday! Therefore, my post will be in two parts. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Firstly, I will recount the birth of Jesus i.e. how Christmas comes about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;From the 2 gospel books of the Bible: Matthew and Luke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think its very important for everyone including the non-christians of course, to understand the true meaning of Christmas. Not just a season of giving or a season of shopping or a season with lots of colourful decorations or a season with lots of sales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly, I shall narrate the events of today... *chuckle..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters: &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Joseph and Mary, the three wise men, the shepherds, Gabriel the angel of the Lord, another angel of the Lord and Herod the king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary was betrothed to Joseph. Before they were get together, she was conceived with child of Holy Spirit. Gabriel was sent by God to break the news to her.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favour in God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name Jesus. He will be great, and will called the Son of the Highest; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David. And He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of His kingdom there will be no end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Luke 1:30- 33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/the-angel-speaking-to-mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then Joseph her husband, being just a man, and not wanting to make her a public example, was minded to put her away secretly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Matthew 1:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. But an angel of the Lord appeared in his dream telling him to take Mary as his wife because she was conceived is of the Holy Spirit; and he named the child Jesus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph did as the angel of the Lord commanded him and married Mary &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Matthew 1:24b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Later they went to Bethlehem to be registered, obeying a decree went out from Caesar Augustus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Bethelehem, Mary's delivery date was dued. However, there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/inn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus was born in a manger, wrapped in swaddling cloths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/born%20in%20a%20manger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Jesus was born, the wise men came from the East came to Jerusalem saying&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; ( Matthew 2:1). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/wise%20men%20searching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herold the king heard this and he was troubled. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;~ His throne was threatened as you see. &lt;/span&gt;So he called upon all the chief priests and scribes of the people to enquire about his matter. They of course, told him the prophecy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;" But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are the least among the rulers of Judah; for out of you shall come a Ruler who will be shepherd My people Israel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Matthew 2:6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herod then called the wise men to search for the baby and report to him so that he can worship Him too. So, the three wise men departed. The star which they saw in the East went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Matthew 2:9). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They followed the star and came to the manger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/three_wise_men_star.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The three wise men saw the Child, and fell down and worshipped him. They presented the gifts to Him: gold, frankincense and myrrh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Matthew 2:11b)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/three%20wise%20men%20in%20manger.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now in the same country, the shepherds were out in the fields, watching over their flock at night. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared before them, telling them&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Luke 2:10-12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/sheperds%20and%20angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The shepherds went to Bethlehem immediately. And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe in the manger&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Matthew 2:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/sheperds%20in%20manger.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;********* &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All happy and glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being warned in a dream that they should not return to Herod, the three wise men departed for their own country another way. After their departure, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the angle of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream, saying&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Arise, take the young Child and His mother, flee to Egypt, and stay there until I bring you word; for Herod will seek the young Child to destroy Him."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( Matthew 2:13). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph did according to the command: took the Babe and His mother by night and left for Egypt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/flee%20to%20egypt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True enough, when Herod realised that he was deceived by the wise men, he was incensed. He ordered that ALL the male children who were in Bethlehem and in all its districts, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had determined from the wise men, to be put to death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; ( Matthew 2:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innocent lives were lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weeping and great mourning throughout the city. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas is not entirely a joyous occassion. We are celebrating this day because a Savior was born. Without him, we would not be saved. It is the ugly human nature, jealousy and anger, that brought so much crying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113549827439395367?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113549827439395367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113549827439395367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113549827439395367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113549827439395367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-very-special-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113539513690774924</id><published>2005-12-24T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:32:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My bro is back at home!&lt;/span&gt; Earlier than I did from aikido training. I going to take the grading next Feb ~ blue belt here I come!! Okie.. back to my younger bro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facial condition ( number of pimples per cm square)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tremendously and miraculously reduced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lame-ness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Increase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Shape:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roughly the same&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Skin colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Slightly darker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ( He insisted its "much" darker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Increase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to him, his facial condition improves all due to the constant blowing of the gentle sea breeze and basking of warm sunshine in Tekong. Furthermore, the view from his bunk is the best =). The food although not very pleasant, still edible and they have ice-cream after every meal. Sounds like a holiday huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113539513690774924?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113539513690774924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113539513690774924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113539513690774924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113539513690774924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-bro-is-back-at-home-earlier-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113522800050028518</id><published>2005-12-22T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:06:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am flying over the moon, stars and clouds today at 12. 54pm. Not because results are realising tomorrow, duhz, my brother is coming back home! With his new hair cut and clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another event to be happy about.  I get to go for Fencing training today, without sacrificing anything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUH? How? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Initially, i decided to skip training to go for the Christmas skit rehearsal. *fencers: unless you have a valid reason, do not skip training. However, this morning they postphoned the practice to this saturday. Therefore, I am able to train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;God know I need to train for fencing and to rehearse for the skit. He, somehow manage to change the time so that I do not miss out either. I love you, God! To tell the truth, I didnt pray about this. God know our needs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113522800050028518?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113522800050028518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113522800050028518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113522800050028518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113522800050028518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-flying-over-moon-stars-and-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113500963522287668</id><published>2005-12-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:40:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The past week was hectic. Lots of activities and I had to rush from places to places hoping to be on time for them. Some can be quite physical. Worse, due to severe lack of sleep I fell sick. Then again, I still able to continue doing for my tasks. Look at the timetable below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Travel to Clementi for a fencing meeting followed by a fencing referee test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(see previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to NUS for a fencing meeting and training&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fell sick at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A bit of shopping and caught a movie, Chicken Little&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;still sick but much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shopping again and later back to NUS for fencing training&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;really regret shopping because I was quite shacked after it. Quite lethargic and reluctant to train, to be truthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to NUS to set up for competition in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then, i went for a gift exchange with the Consonance in the evening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Actually, there were 3 events in the evening&lt;/span&gt;: (1)&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; the gift exchange&lt;/span&gt; (2) &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;set up for competition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt;&gt; (3) &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;aikido training&lt;/span&gt;. I missed my choir seniors so much that I decided to go for the consonance gathering. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NUS Foil Challenge 2005&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;picking up bottles&lt;/span&gt; (someone really thought I am in charged of picking up bottles), &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cleaning the stains on the floor.. etc.&lt;/span&gt; I needed to attend a church meeting this day but the fencing had "booked" me months ago. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Attended church service, rehearsed for the christmas skit, went home and changed for Thanksgiving Dinner.&lt;/span&gt; I am the emcee for the dinner, kinda nervous. Thankfully, everything went on smoothly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My friend asked me to be his parnter at his navy ball&lt;/span&gt;, though I was most delighted to attend, the Thanksgiving Dinner was my first priority ~ By the way, I was only a stand in because his real parnter couldnt take off from work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113500963522287668?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113500963522287668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113500963522287668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113500963522287668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113500963522287668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/past-week-was-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113454310583340510</id><published>2005-12-14T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:51:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last saturday, I attended a Fencing referee course (Foil) and the following monday was the test. The result is yet to be relised, but I know I fail. I was too caught up by the blade movement that I missed the "small" actions done by the examiner. I am a "newbie" fencer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, I learned a lot from this course. The experience is definitely worth more than 10 bucks ( yeah, you need to pay). At least, had a clearer idea who has the priority or who is the attacker. Also, I am more aware of my movements and mistakes of course. So, since monday I jump on any chance to preside!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting better each time (hopefully). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh ya.. get to see the national fencers fenced. 0.0~ first time!!! quite exciting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My another "first time": washed clothes at home; and they were the lames (la-may).  Cant believe it ba~ Anyway, the washed lames were shiny and clean. Most importantly, they are still in splendid condition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This saturday is the NUS Foil Challenge 2005. Really looking forward to this event. So those who are interested to watch, just come down to NUS MPSH 2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113454310583340510?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113454310583340510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113454310583340510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113454310583340510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113454310583340510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-saturday-i-attended-fencing.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113414594418204727</id><published>2005-12-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:32:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today is the day my brother shaved his hair, a baby step towards becoming a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(77).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/Picture%2877%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont know how he felt about this National Service. I must admit, he took it admirably well. He joked, crapped and lamed like his usual self, despite having to LS. I really proud of him, as in he looked calm unlike most (?) recuits who had the dreaded look written over their faces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/Picture%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(52).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/Picture%2852%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Although we quarrel, argue, suan, spar with each other and wish to get rid of each other, now that he in Tekong I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The house is much quieter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(No one to quarrel or argue with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The study table is organized&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(The books and stationeries are neatly arranged)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The food is in abundance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(He eats a lot and we would compete for food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The bed is unoccupied&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(He is sleeping on a branded bed in Tekong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I really anticipate his return on Christmas!!! so that there is someone to compete with me for food, usage of toilet and etc... Food seems to taste more delicious when there is competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(77).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113414594418204727?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113414594418204727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113414594418204727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113414594418204727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113414594418204727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-day-my-brother-shaved-his.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113405676039113762</id><published>2005-12-08T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:54:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is the part ii of the camp: On the left is front view of the tabernacle (excluded the guy) and the next picture is the alter of burn offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(85).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2885%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(84).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2884%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The curtains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(91).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2891%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(92).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2892%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;web page: &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=2&amp;chapter=27&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=2&amp;chapter=27&amp;amp;version=31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113405676039113762?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113405676039113762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113405676039113762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113405676039113762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113405676039113762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-part-ii-of-camp-on-left-is.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113396479093667457</id><published>2005-12-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:49:38.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FINALLY, I am able to touch the keyboard and get connected of course. I was enjoying myself in a church camp from 4 dec to 7 dec although I am only allowed to stay over for one night. So I had to travel to and fro and after a day of energy- consuming activities, I simply collasped on my bed once I had reached home near midnight. so ya.. thats why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was "Walk with God"; it was about building a minimature tabernacle and the priestly garment according to the Bible (if you are interested, please refer to the web page provided at the end of this post). Basically, our group was split into three "departments" : the Tabernacle, the Sewing and the Garment. All of us was actively involved, helped out in as many ways as possible hence, we all "cross-deparment"! The guys could sew and stitch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a crash-course on sewing while lots of drilling, hammering, painting, sawing, screwing and spraying (of paint) going on. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think guys are instinctly able to do such things.&lt;/span&gt; Did I mention the amount of sewing we had to do? "Lots of sewing" was completely an under-statement. We had TONNES of sewing!!! The Sewing deparment took a day and involved an average of 7 people to complete the curtain. The Garment department wasnt any better off, we (I am in this group) took 3 days to finish up the priestly garment. I am proud to say that it was my first time I sew a clothes out of the "raw materials". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In fact, we had a lot of "firsts" in this camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;First time to use pins as substitutes for screws, first time to drill with a hand-drill, first time to sew ...and the list just goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Although I like to stitch, but I am not going to touch the thread or the needle for at least a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am really glad to be in this group where everyone put in their best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;From the young to the elder ones, together we SEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2882%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(79).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2879%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These were the finished real-life garment for our "high priest" to wear! The white piece is an under-garment, the blue is the robe. On the right, are turban and lamp stand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(80).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2880%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(81).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2881%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Below: These are items that decorated the edge of the blue robe; the ephod and breastpiece. The above right picture showed the coloured robe with bells attached to the white linen undergarment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(89).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2889%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(88).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2888%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We also made a mini-priestly garment! Doesn the model look familiar??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the left picture, the "high priest" was about to enter the tabernacle while he was beside the altar of burnt offering on the right picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(90).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2890%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/Picture(83).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/Picture%2883%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web page: &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=2&amp;chapter=28&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=2&amp;chapter=28&amp;amp;version=31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113396479093667457?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113396479093667457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113396479093667457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113396479093667457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113396479093667457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-i-am-able-to-touch-keyboard.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113361629874133710</id><published>2005-12-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:43:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After a month of mugging, its time to get the muscles working&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The hand muslces not counted ya... I think they are well- developed after so much writting. So I looked forward to the Aikido training.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Unexpectedly, 2 dec 2005 proved to be unforgettable day for me ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It was the first time in the past 4 years that I see stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The activities for that day were (&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1) netball at 5pm and (2) Aikido training at 7pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Had a &lt;em&gt;bee hoon &lt;/em&gt;lunch before the netball game, then about 45min before the trainings I had fruits because I might vomit during the exercises. Almost happened on my 3 rd training. Anyway, pleasssess... I wasnt on diet (for your info, I am trying to gain weight) and in normal days, that is during the school term, I had lunch part ii-tea at about 3pm on the training days. I was perfectly fine, except maybe feeling kinda hungry at about 8.30pm. However, not the same story for yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; well throughout the activities until I finished the 2 time of forward roll. I couldnt balance and saw myraids of stars. According to the senior, I looked very pale. So took a break and seconds later I was back to normal. Then everything went smoothly till the white-belters ( that's me) and the coloured belters were separated to learn their moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sophia partnerd with me. Every moves was executed as usual but for some unknown reason I began to feel giddy and nausea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;These unpleaseant sensations continued to worsen and they climaxed at the free-exercises. By then, I was relatively weak and extremely distracted that I couldn react properly. As the unfortunate result, the black-belt senior stepped heavily onto my feet *ouch! and the lock, I think, almost loosen the joints between my hand and forearm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiaz... so thats the summary of the happenings. Quite a number of people injured as well. Yesteraday was not my day, I guessed. Most importantly, I realised that &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the seniors are very caring and sweet ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the chocolate muffin, the 100-plus, the ride to 171 bus-stop, lending of umbrella, accompanied me home and all the advices received. I &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;absolutely, completely, purely, thoroughly, totally, utterly, and truly&lt;/span&gt; appreciated what you all had done.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Thank you so much!! Muaks! Thank you, arikato, merci, xie xie, terima kasih&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As for today, despite feeling much better than last night, I cant brisk walk down a flight of stairs without feeling nausea. Hope I have a speedy recovery because fencing training starting soon. Worse comes to worse, let a doctor earns some money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113361629874133710?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113361629874133710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113361629874133710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113361629874133710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113361629874133710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-month-of-mugging-its-time-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113336277482702300</id><published>2005-11-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:13:37.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today is the last day of my exam! I was so ever excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This 3 wk exam had mercilessly bled me dry. So after being confined for so long (the project fever started in October), my friends and I went for a full afternoon shopping in Orchard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bought some stuff.. skirts, blouses, earrings and etc. Of course, we had had a happy time trying out interesting clothes! Except for the over-enthusiatic sales assistants, the shopping trip was rather memorable.. heh. I got "molested"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In one of the shops I was browsing in, the sales assistant actually shoved a Bohemian- style skirt into my arms and literally pushed me to try it on. As I stepped out of the dressing room, the hands of the sales assistant were brushing against (almost to the point of caressing ) my waist and hip while exclaiming something like "this skirt looks very nice on you.. you have a small waist and your figure quite good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*cough all you want readers, I am not reponsible for any injuries. In fact, I was laughing inside like most of you are doing now. Slim is not equal to good figure. In any case, I left the shop without buying anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me at edlina's second home~ in her hostel, after CH1101 paper. We had been mugging like there is no tomorrow.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/400/my%20pictures%204%20121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19092187-113336277482702300?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113336277482702300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113336277482702300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113336277482702300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113336277482702300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-is-last-day-of-my-exam-i-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113326923973939651</id><published>2005-11-29T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:00:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh.. got interesting stuff from charm's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/blue.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant.&lt;br /&gt;From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&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/19092187-113326923973939651?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113326923973939651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113326923973939651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113326923973939651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113326923973939651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/11/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113317418436619718</id><published>2005-11-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:36:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched the Mask of Zorro? Or the Legend of Zorro? Ever watch a fencing competition? If not, here is a chance!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Proudly presents ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;NUS Foil Fencing Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUS MPSH 2. 17 Dec 2005. Saturday.9am- 7pm. See you. Visit NUS Fencing link .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/400/fencing-challenge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113317418436619718?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113317418436619718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113317418436619718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113317418436619718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113317418436619718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/11/watched-mask-of-zorro-or-legend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113317261615791067</id><published>2005-11-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:24:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;These are the pictures of the beloved COUSIN!!! Because my auntie had her confinement in our house, my very capablable and of course, experienced mother took care of her and her baby! The picture on the left is about 3 days after his birth~ yawning. Eyes were shut and the skin was wrinkled. And on the right, is his current look~ 5 months plus plus! Wide eyes, smooth skin and cheeky!! He loves to stick out his tongue when he laughs. Guess what! He remembered the song" I write a song" which I used to sing( only the chorus) to put him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/oh....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/YaWN...!!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/YaWN...%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/juzsmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/pHurEe....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/pHurEe....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/oh....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/oh....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left: About &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a week old&lt;/span&gt; (noticed his tongue sticking out, I think its in his genes..haha). Right: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a week plus old&lt;/span&gt; (he was hungry ya..). Like any baby, he communicates by crying. So its really a relief when he was sleeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;He was two weeks old when this picture was taken&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/hmm..comfort.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;One month and two weeks old by this picture&lt;/span&gt;. His eyes had opened, his cheeks ARE so rosy and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinch-y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/200/1%20mth%20%26%202%20wks.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113317261615791067?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113317261615791067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113317261615791067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113317261615791067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113317261615791067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-are-pictures-of-beloved-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113283765171503022</id><published>2005-11-24T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:07:44.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;english 17 Nov - downed&lt;br /&gt;statisitcs 18 Nov - downed&lt;br /&gt;communicative new media 23 Nov -downed&lt;br /&gt;chinese studies 24 Nov - downed and finished&lt;br /&gt;chinese 28 Nov-&lt;br /&gt;european studies 30 Nov- (most likely to be downed and finished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are modules i took this sem. ah... enjoy really most of them except european studies. Dont ask for the reasons because I would not be bothered to reply. For those who love a challenge: take this module! It is EU1101E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do not have the intention to blog this week but changed my mind after the chinese studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I studied everything. *so guai... BUT not enough for take exam nor to write an essay on any topic. So this morning, as I walking to up the stairsway leading to the hall, seriously, I never felt so nervous or ever unprepared for an exam. Its like walking in a dark, long and winding tunnel while knowing that a gullotine is awaiting at the end of it. Anyway, I have to face the exam sooner or later so I took my seat like a (brave) soldier. The paper was do-able. However, I am unsure how it will turn out. I really pray that i would pass this module with presentable grade. . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I should be really grateful for His guidance. I am an infamous lost sheep; and I did not rankiee the exam venue (Oooppss...) but miraclously, I found my way! God knows that I would be a kan-jiong spider if I lost my way even though there might be another hour before the exam commerced. yep =) of course, not to forget that He gave me courage and peace throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ceaseless love and concern for us =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113283765171503022?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113283765171503022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113283765171503022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113283765171503022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113283765171503022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/11/english-17-nov-downed-statisitcs-18.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113237406916834142</id><published>2005-11-19T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:08:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;today i turn 19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/joo%20and%20richa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I received lots of birthday wishes!!! So happy.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most touched when my good friend ~ Joo, called from australia just to wish me happy birthday!! awww.... she really gave me a wonderful surprise! cant for her to return =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 3 yrs, my birthday will fall on the exam period.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;I spent my birthday last year taking A level Chemistry Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;This year, no exam ... hhehee.. cuz I purposely chose those modules that do not have exam on that important day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long~ need to go back to my books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Outside the dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside the dog, too dark to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113237406916834142?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113237406916834142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113237406916834142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113237406916834142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113237406916834142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-i-turn-19.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092187.post-113232353118993482</id><published>2005-11-18T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:45:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/wat%20u%20staring%20at!.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/wat%20u%20staring%20at%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today is the last day of me being 18 years old. So i decided to do something memorable- starting a blog. I have had a Friendster blog but this is going to be different, hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*sobz.. its quite difficult for me to leave behind the 18. Quite a number of major events had occurred such as carolling with consonance, getting back A level results, finding jobs for the first time, receiving acceptance letters, performing in VCH with consonance, entering NUS...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Think of it... I spent half of my 18- years- old days with consonance and I never regret this!&lt;br /&gt;I really adore them ALL. They are the nicest, sweestest, most friendly and most caring seniors. Muakss!!! Thank you for being an important part of my life =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/1600/COMMERCIAL%20bReAK!.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2544/1883/320/COMMERCIAL%20bReAK%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am still blur blur type. Once, it took me 2 hours to go to Office of Student Affairs! 1 and half hour to reach MPSH (Multi-Purpose Sports Halls) from Central Library. I kept taking the wrong buses and ended up in Science Park, Kent Ridge Hall .. etc. Of course now I have the map and bus routes at my finger tips for these places&lt;br /&gt;1. Arts faculty&lt;br /&gt;2. YIH&lt;br /&gt;3. Central Library&lt;br /&gt;4. MPSH&lt;br /&gt;5. Science faculty, specifically Lt 27&lt;br /&gt;6. Clementi and Buona Vista mrt station&lt;br /&gt;7. Home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway places outside this list... eh.. i need hElp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I became more street smart! Quite an accomplishment =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i had done... I dont think I will be able or have the courage to them after 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories of 18 years old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092187-113232353118993482?l=surelyn18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/feeds/113232353118993482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19092187&amp;postID=113232353118993482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113232353118993482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19092187/posts/default/113232353118993482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surelyn18.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-is-last-day-of-me-being-18-years.html' title=''/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
