<?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-4664837503750087454</id><updated>2011-08-19T07:51:35.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are meant to be fullfilled</title><subtitle type='html'>Shoot for the moon.
Even if you miss it, you'll land among the stars.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-296425912223507820</id><published>2011-03-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:33:38.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches</title><content type='html'>I tried getting back to you as soon as I reach home, What I got was cold answers.&lt;div&gt;I tried to be warm, what I got is to be asked to go away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does small mistakes that hurt makes me deserve bigger hurts, you wanting to hurt me back..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-296425912223507820?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/296425912223507820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2011/03/aches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/296425912223507820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/296425912223507820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2011/03/aches.html' title='Aches'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-725523387561720171</id><published>2010-11-21T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:40:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for everything. Thanks for a birthday cake once again. Thanks for the time. Thanks for everything. Really, everything. I apologize for the tears and moody mood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-725523387561720171?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/725523387561720171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/725523387561720171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/725523387561720171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks...'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-5345064054151239906</id><published>2010-11-20T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:02:31.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, It will all soon be memories. All too soon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-5345064054151239906?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/5345064054151239906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/yep-it-will-all-soon-be-memories-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5345064054151239906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5345064054151239906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/yep-it-will-all-soon-be-memories-all.html' title='Yep, It will all soon be memories. All too soon..'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-8757675531865175371</id><published>2010-11-19T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T02:29:04.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming pool again! yehhhh~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TOZRJyCdYII/AAAAAAAAAL4/jL8GxhW-qiY/s1600/kkkDSCN1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TOZRJyCdYII/AAAAAAAAAL4/jL8GxhW-qiY/s320/kkkDSCN1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541205620018733186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. I went swimming quite frequent recently. Love it.&lt;div&gt;I had a great time and I would like to express it here. I've never had such great times with my friends, even with my high school friends. This place had definitely carved a wonderful memory in me. Carved real deep inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really appreciate it. I'll be losing all of them real soon. 25th. and it's already the 19th now. We might not meet again.... How fast. I really don't want to let go if I really could, but I believe that if God wants us to meet again, we will. We definitely will. Oh, I wonder if I could ever meet such a good and caring friend again in my life. Thus, they will definitely always stay in my memory. Ta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-8757675531865175371?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/8757675531865175371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/swimming-pool-again-yehhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/8757675531865175371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/8757675531865175371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/swimming-pool-again-yehhhh.html' title='Swimming pool again! yehhhh~~'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TOZRJyCdYII/AAAAAAAAAL4/jL8GxhW-qiY/s72-c/kkkDSCN1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-6023144733288879947</id><published>2010-11-08T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:21:25.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Directions.....</title><content type='html'>The nearer the date gets, the more you want to spend time together. It just leaves you in agony knowing that the more time we spend together, the more heavy hearted I'll get. You want to get together as often as possible so much that you didn't think of how you'll feel in the end. This is just so pathetic, suffering. All of us will turn in different bend of road, leaving one by one towards a brand new road we're about to travel. But this is life. God made it such. God always have a purpose. Trust in Him, will I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-6023144733288879947?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/6023144733288879947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/directions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6023144733288879947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6023144733288879947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/directions.html' title='Directions.....'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-4215437721460584690</id><published>2010-11-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:49:58.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Bible</title><content type='html'>I read Luke 6 27-38. I love it... I was facing problems like that and it really opens my eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, 30 'Give what you have to anyone who asks you for it: and when things are taken away from you, don't try to get them back. Do for others as you would like them to do for you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 Pray for the happiness of those who curse you. Pray for those who hurt you. 29 If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn the other cheek. If someone demands your coat, offer your shirt also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, it is just so hard for me to do what God wants me to do. I just felt like I don't have the strength. How I wished I could really really follow and please Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want and I really want. There's nothing I can change.. It's just fate, and if there's really a chance, I doubt if fate would again bring it back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-4215437721460584690?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/4215437721460584690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-bible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4215437721460584690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4215437721460584690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-bible.html' title='From the Bible'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-3370066665384218303</id><published>2010-11-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:19:39.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord I felt so awful right now...</title><content type='html'>I felt so awful. There's so many things buried deep down in my heart. There are so many things which I want to change Lord, so many.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wished. I wished You would let me learn to put all my trust on You Lord..There are so many things which I doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid, I appreciate at the same time, and I don't want to have it because I don't want to lose it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-3370066665384218303?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/3370066665384218303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/lord-i-felt-so-awful-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3370066665384218303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3370066665384218303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/11/lord-i-felt-so-awful-right-now.html' title='Lord I felt so awful right now...'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-4106224353698191216</id><published>2010-10-29T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:36:06.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamak time....</title><content type='html'>FUh....after a tiring day of studying, here we go 'mamak-ing' again. yeah~~&lt;div&gt;It was a stress-release thing to do. Food and laughters...... I might not be able to hear the same one again.... I'll miss it so much. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finals is just 3 more days away. Time flies. That's what I always say, but I still want to say it because it somehow makes so much sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-4106224353698191216?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/4106224353698191216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/mamak-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4106224353698191216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4106224353698191216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/mamak-time.html' title='Mamak time....'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-2652703833148284353</id><published>2010-10-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:26:20.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired......</title><content type='html'>I just came back from college today. It was really a tiring day, well having to study for like, the whole day? But, I did come back for a break, and that 'break' was actually too long.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I suddenly have the urge to read 'someone's ' blog. I clicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then, I realized. It's been quite some time since I really focus on God. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite inspired by what she wrote. I was so busy nowadays that I almost forgot that God is always there. I really loved hanging out with my housemates and friends recently. Went out for supper and talked. I really do appreciate those. Really. I love all of them, and I forgot about God. How could I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do want to try to get back to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite worried about what I should do recently. Bothered over some problems of education, but now i realized, I should not worry. For God said, why worry now? let tomorrow have it's own worries. I should believe. Like how God had guided me to this house here, giving me all these awesome human beings whom I can share my thoughts with. It was definitely a perfect plan. I believe He has greater plans for me. I know He has. I know deep in my heart......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finals is just a few days away.... awwww. stressed! But those people that God gave just takes my stress away at the end of the day.....=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-2652703833148284353?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/2652703833148284353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2652703833148284353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2652703833148284353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/inspired.html' title='Inspired......'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-164299800002629555</id><published>2010-10-19T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:45:06.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming pool</title><content type='html'>Well, got to say I had fun today. Not very fun, but well, fun. =]&lt;div&gt;I went swimming in My Place's pool today. I was surprised myself. I used to think that the water there is super dirty. It wasn't. It just got cleaned today. Lucky.=] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I did not exactly swam. haha, but I had fun just walking round here and there soaking wet and splashing water. It was rather boring I had to say because there were only guys. Well, please don't think that it was rather inappropriate and indecent of me. I was sort of forced to. I did not intend to get wet to my pants. Thanks to William. ==! Cyndi was there too but too bad she couldn't join. She went back at 11pm. By the way, we went swimming at 10.30!!!! Oh crap. This was my first time doing this, swimming in a pool at night. Swimming with the guys was rather fun. I know what you'll think. So not decent of me, but I had to say that I thought so too. However, all of the friends there were, well, they're decent. haha. What else can I say. It wasn't really that improper anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we splashed and we soaked. I went back earlier because it was rather boring for me being the only girl there. Excuse me, what else can I do except to walk in the water following the same boring path... So, I went back home without my towel. ==! I had to say that I was freaking cold when I was walking back that dark lane; soaking wet, cold wind. Hopefully I would not get sick. I had fun. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-164299800002629555?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/164299800002629555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/swimming-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/164299800002629555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/164299800002629555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/swimming-pool.html' title='Swimming pool'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-774454953326803168</id><published>2010-10-12T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:54:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbeque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGRVnhsBI/AAAAAAAAALw/2vHyexZiatk/s1600/DSCN1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGRVnhsBI/AAAAAAAAALw/2vHyexZiatk/s320/DSCN1928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527542118830157842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, yeah...Imitating me eating watermelon...==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGQ53tyKI/AAAAAAAAALo/ymDTNUiRk_0/s1600/DSCN1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGQ53tyKI/AAAAAAAAALo/ymDTNUiRk_0/s320/DSCN1924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527542111381866658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The two in the spotlights of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGQuR6gGI/AAAAAAAAALg/SmYYmpV4VT0/s1600/DSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGQuR6gGI/AAAAAAAAALg/SmYYmpV4VT0/s320/DSCN1920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527542108270526562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGP4cHqKI/AAAAAAAAALY/oGrtlaEHHnw/s1600/DSCN1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGP4cHqKI/AAAAAAAAALY/oGrtlaEHHnw/s320/DSCN1915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527542093817817250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDh7zjd4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/fgiCbeMxPg4/s1600/DSCN1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDh7zjd4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/fgiCbeMxPg4/s320/DSCN1903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527539105424177026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Haha...love this picture. Wil's extraordinary smelly feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDhfGOcAI/AAAAAAAAALI/jp_KleDXbN4/s1600/DSCN1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDhfGOcAI/AAAAAAAAALI/jp_KleDXbN4/s320/DSCN1895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527539097717862402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The two sweetie pies! hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDhHg8yNI/AAAAAAAAALA/U49_2vPOoxA/s1600/DSCN1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDhHg8yNI/AAAAAAAAALA/U49_2vPOoxA/s320/DSCN1889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527539091387500754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;This picture reminds me of HAPPINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDg6UyBuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UGY_k1lVd1I/s1600/DSCN1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXDg6UyBuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UGY_k1lVd1I/s320/DSCN1858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527539087846803170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;UUUUh....barbequeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBdS52fXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ChkQO_lg-n0/s1600/DSCN1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBdS52fXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ChkQO_lg-n0/s320/DSCN1845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527536826702003570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;In the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBc9X7N4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6jnptO5cKKk/s1600/DSCN1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBc9X7N4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6jnptO5cKKk/s320/DSCN1837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527536820922562434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBchZ9PlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5W8fCiZkJhk/s1600/DSCN1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBchZ9PlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5W8fCiZkJhk/s320/DSCN1831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527536813414891090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBcC8OwqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FS47GZcifQ4/s1600/DSCN1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXBcC8OwqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FS47GZcifQ4/s320/DSCN1826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527536805237146274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;In the spotlight&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! We had barbeque on the 9th of October! It was a Saturday night. By the way, I had the greatest time in Subang. It was to celebrate CK's and Cyndi's birthday. They had a surprise anyway, especially Cyndi. When we brought out the cake, she was still a bit blur because she thought it was only to celebrate CK's birthday. She sang along and ha! till she heard her name sang out as well.&lt;div&gt;Participants: me, Cyndi, Chien Keong, William, Kherr Siong, Lawrence, Weizry, John, Khar Ming and Jason. Here are some photos. Thanks to all of them for making it a memorable moment. It was indeed a really cool experience for me...=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, we had crazy times spreading the cakes all over our faces. Crazy peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special thanks to William actually. He made me realize how important it is to spend more time with all of them together in this last one month. Can't believe it actually. There's only one month left!! I knew then that what he said was actually true. All of us might not be able to meet again in the future. It's great to spend more time with all these great people whom I think we'll only meet once in a lifetime. It's great to know that we actually meet them before and they exist in our memory. It's great anyway, real great...=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dare to say out loud that I've learnt a lot in this one year. Less than one year actually. =] Despite improving academically, I too improved in terms of humanity. My housemates were those special ones whom I would like to dedicate my thanks to. They were all great and I've learnt most from them, all of them. We shared and most importantly, we cared! There were times where we talked till the middle of the night and it was either I can't wake up or my eyes got worse the next day. They helped and advice in times as well. They really made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4664837503750087454-774454953326803168?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/774454953326803168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/barbeque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/774454953326803168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/774454953326803168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/barbeque.html' title='Barbeque'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TLXGRVnhsBI/AAAAAAAAALw/2vHyexZiatk/s72-c/DSCN1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-4790526783824422630</id><published>2010-10-08T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:51:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of togetherness... =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK891ib15TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lWaRlIvlwc8/s1600/DSCN1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK891ib15TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lWaRlIvlwc8/s320/DSCN1798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525703257792832818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One word...SWEET~! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK88WCqjWDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7uHNKulXa4c/s1600/DSCN1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK88WCqjWDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7uHNKulXa4c/s320/DSCN1795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525701617177024562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87wHSBFKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y7szrNNxK58/s1600/DSCN1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87wHSBFKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y7szrNNxK58/s320/DSCN1066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525700965581264034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;lol. love this picture. freakin funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87vrFQ8RI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-W0Kwi31kCA/s1600/04102010618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87vrFQ8RI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-W0Kwi31kCA/s320/04102010618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525700958011584786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87vTV42WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kBqci0K8FMw/s1600/04102010617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87vTV42WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kBqci0K8FMw/s320/04102010617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525700951638858082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everyone's here, except for me.... =[, cus i'm holding the cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87Qdn3FNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bBiDzGHO91g/s1600/DSCN1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK87Qdn3FNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bBiDzGHO91g/s320/DSCN1813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525700421822649554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   14 glass of drinks for 4 PERSON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-4790526783824422630?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/4790526783824422630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/pictures-of-togetherness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4790526783824422630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4790526783824422630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/pictures-of-togetherness.html' title='pictures of togetherness... =]'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TK891ib15TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lWaRlIvlwc8/s72-c/DSCN1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-3322140962848739132</id><published>2010-10-06T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:09:59.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great</title><content type='html'>Oh crap. I had such a great time these few days. It was definitely tiring. Guess what, we went to Sunway during our 3 hours break for 2 days consecutively. That was pure crazy. Thanks to my classmates...== They are crazy peeps. Seriously. By the way, who on Earth would walk across the bridge to ss14 just to take lunch for AN HOUR break.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we'll be going to Sunway again tomorrow. Skipping chemistry class ; the class which none of us ever wish to attend. But I'm the exception anyways. hahahah. I really felt bad, but I had to follow the majority. So, I'll be skipping it as well. No blame on me. lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first day of going to Sunway, we went to Kim Gary. Then walked and walked and walked and that's it..== How lame. Went to Sunway just to eat. Actually we planned to watch movie in that 3 hours as well. hahahah. However, we might be late for class and there's no movies for us during that period and we had to skip 2 classes if we were to watch. That is why the plan failed and we went back to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day, we went there to take our lunch as well. Some played bowling and some of us walked around hunting for dresses for our corroborree. I walked by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About tomorrow, guess what we'll do! We'll be singing! ugh. I can't wait for it... Looking forward, but the problem is... my pocket. Spending money is like water leaking out from taps these few days. 2 of my friend's birthday is just around the corner and there goes my money again. Doubt if I can survive with that amount of allowance. Crap....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-3322140962848739132?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/3322140962848739132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/great.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3322140962848739132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3322140962848739132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/10/great.html' title='Great'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-3673901787580523285</id><published>2010-09-28T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:24:50.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's done</title><content type='html'>I did not just break the glass....I shattered it..I shattered it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-3673901787580523285?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/3673901787580523285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3673901787580523285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3673901787580523285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s done'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-472639437178188733</id><published>2010-09-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T07:18:59.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guidance here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to do something which will be hurting to someone today. I'm not sure whether I should do it O Lord. I'm not sure... I've never done this before and Lord, I hope that You will guide me in my words Lord, I pray that you will give me wisdom of the right thing which should be said and done. I hope I'm doing the right thing because in the end Lord, I don't want anything more than a weird relationship between us. I'm still not sure whether I should be doing this O Lord. Be with me, guide me through. I really hope that I won't say anything hurting. I hope that he won't feel bad or be sad Lord, because his finals are just around the corner. I'm not so sure if I'll be affecting his studies and results Lord, and I hope I won't because I don't want to be the thorn anymore, Lord. Not anymore..... I wish he'll be able to study much better and well after that Lord. I'm nervous. I'm afraid. I want to get away with that, but I don't think I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-472639437178188733?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/472639437178188733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/guidance-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/472639437178188733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/472639437178188733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/guidance-here.html' title='guidance here....'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-7831762193302861455</id><published>2010-09-23T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:24:39.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke my own glass. Instead of letting others shatter it, why not do it yourself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJw1eb9Ve0I/AAAAAAAAAII/tQDCQwG3B7U/s1600/hh2461183_c5de94ee25_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJw1eb9Ve0I/AAAAAAAAAII/tQDCQwG3B7U/s320/hh2461183_c5de94ee25_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520346040266750786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;or..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;did I just broke someone's glass&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe it's not mine anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-7831762193302861455?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/7831762193302861455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-broke-my-own-glass-instead-of-letting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7831762193302861455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7831762193302861455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-broke-my-own-glass-instead-of-letting.html' title='I broke my own glass. Instead of letting others shatter it, why not do it yourself..'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJw1eb9Ve0I/AAAAAAAAAII/tQDCQwG3B7U/s72-c/hh2461183_c5de94ee25_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-2094518763428092679</id><published>2010-09-15T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:18:23.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDjEb5EilI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UO1A_GLSlTs/s1600/kkkDSCN1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDjEb5EilI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UO1A_GLSlTs/s320/kkkDSCN1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517159208874969682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDjD4Vw0gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lMt8uP3d0EY/s1600/DSCN1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDjD4Vw0gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lMt8uP3d0EY/s320/DSCN1424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517159199331635714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Not to be forgotten, we still have Prisca!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDhPLxXgoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0-F1_fNGOL0/s1600/DSCN1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDhPLxXgoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0-F1_fNGOL0/s320/DSCN1293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517157194502996610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDgMTAPdaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AB_HvVZPZBM/s1600/25062010181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDgMTAPdaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AB_HvVZPZBM/s320/25062010181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517156045393196450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDgCT7AfFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GmuCDTlJ6Ts/s1600/25062010177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDgCT7AfFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GmuCDTlJ6Ts/s320/25062010177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517155873840987218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Awww...Look at every single one of them, laughing so happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDffY6nljI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XejHa4cIJ_U/s1600/36097_1397022198084_1008104295_30926179_7302892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDffY6nljI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XejHa4cIJ_U/s320/36097_1397022198084_1008104295_30926179_7302892_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517155273886111282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 days away from my trials. Time passes by so quickly huh? I've not realized that I've only approximately 7 more weeks left after my trials! 7 more weeks, 7 more mondays. Only 7 more mondays. It's really short. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be leaving soon and I already felt heavy hearted right now. I'll miss everyone so much that words can't explain the emptiness which will engulf me later on. There's no doubt that I'll cry; I know I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those whom I'll miss the most are my housemates! I've been spending the whole year with all of them! Can you imagine, when you were 5, you have a newborn sister. After a year, though she was only a year old, you know how much you actually love her. Take another example. You were born and you have an elder sister whose age was 2. When you were 1, you don't really know what was happening and crying was the only thing you knew. You do cry when she leaves. It's the same thing here, but what I'm dealing with is a bunch of people like me; who knows what's happening all around and matured enough to think of what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you guys so much that I'll cry my eyes out when I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm missing all of you already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-2094518763428092679?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/2094518763428092679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2094518763428092679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2094518763428092679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/TJDjEb5EilI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UO1A_GLSlTs/s72-c/kkkDSCN1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-3575707076932096983</id><published>2010-09-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T05:30:10.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking bored</title><content type='html'>Ugh....I'm back into my hostel in Subang. No one's here, well except for Droovi. It's real boring here. Where's everyone. I hate holidays. =( I've got to get back to study and I'm feeling really lazy right now. Besides getting so bored that I'm blogging here, I'm feeling depressed. Where's my math solution book?!!! I'll need to repay the library for losing it. Really stressful to lose a book. Didn't know how it felt before this. Me? Being a librarian lost a library's book now?!!!! ugh...come on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's not like I'm too lazy or what, I just don't feel like doing anything right now. I just don't have the mood. Can someone help me with this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confused. IMU or Monash. What should I do? Where should I go? By the way, I've decided to take up medicine. =] I hope I can manage it. Guys, do pray for my success yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-3575707076932096983?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/3575707076932096983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/freaking-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3575707076932096983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3575707076932096983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/09/freaking-bored.html' title='Freaking bored'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-560824401363748382</id><published>2010-08-31T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:34:32.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most important day in my life</title><content type='html'>Today's the 31st of August and I've promised myself that I'll finalize my decision on what course I'll be taking by this month. Well, of course this is the decision which will affect the rest of my life. I've planned to take up medicine in IMU. Hopefully I'll be able to get into that university and if I can't, I seriously don't know what I should take up anymore. I'm really tired of having to decide what I want to do. Of course I'm stressed out. Millions of questions kept flowing in and out of my mind unanswered. What if I'm not able to get into IMU? What if my results aren't good enough to get me into that course? Will I be able to pass those examinations awaiting me when I'm in that course? Am I actually capable of taking up the responsibilities and duties which I have to carry on my shoulders in the future? and etc...&lt;div&gt;I really hope that this is the best decision for me. God, please lead me. Lead me through because that is what I want to do right now. I hope everything goes smooth..Most importantly, guide me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-560824401363748382?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/560824401363748382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-important-day-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/560824401363748382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/560824401363748382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-important-day-in-my-life.html' title='The most important day in my life'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-5764141065550271699</id><published>2010-08-30T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:32:41.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie-like</title><content type='html'>Oh crap. I woke up this morning and guess what. I HAD A HEADACHE AND IT FELT AS IF MY HEAD WAS GOING TO BURST! lol. I was just exaggerating, but I did have a headache. My brain was so heavy when I woke and I don't feel like waking up at all. However, I did. What to do.. I have to wake up anyway...&lt;div&gt;When I woke up, I looked into the mirror and... I was like WHAT! DID I JUST SEE A ZOMBIE IN THE MIRROR!!! MY EYES!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I slept at 10.30 the day before and I had no idea why my eyes are still so swollen. I had no IDEA AT ALL! Bad day with runny nose and zombie-look....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-5764141065550271699?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/5764141065550271699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/08/zombie-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5764141065550271699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5764141065550271699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/08/zombie-like.html' title='zombie-like'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-569477737407886507</id><published>2010-08-29T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T05:09:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am, again</title><content type='html'>Well, it's like I've not been in contact with my blog for years! I would just like to express everything here. Guess only a few will be visiting my page, but who cares.&lt;div&gt;I just want to thank God that I've successfully made a decision on what I want to do in the future. Medicine. I'm not sure whether it is the best choice for me, but there's no harm trying? I'm sure that my parents will be really proud of me if I'm able to do it. I did hesitate at first. Ugh...What am I doing, getting back to the same old point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid I'll give up. I don't want to if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trials is just around the corner, and I don't want to waste it just like that. I'll be striving to get good grades. I'll try my best. No more disappointments. Yes, disappoint no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's one thing which I'm afraid of letting go. Medicine might not lead me to what I hope will happen, what I wish would happen. The chance will just slip out of my hand anyway.... Why on earth do I make that decision anyway......Well, there's no doubt that we might meet again in the future, but people do change ; How I wished we don't. But in the reality, we do. Just that what we get in the end will not be as good as the ones we have right now.. I believe that once the string is cut and tied on different places, you can never ever get them back together again.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-569477737407886507?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/569477737407886507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-i-am-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/569477737407886507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/569477737407886507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I am, again'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-200570866972170311</id><published>2010-02-28T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:00:32.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIIIAAAAAAK~!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Cool. Here I am, back here blogging after 2 months. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been kinda fun being in Taylors. MMm Mmm. Thanks to all my friends here which made my day! To all my friends in Ipoh, don't worry! I still miss you guys lots! =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;There are always assignments and test to do, but doing it is sometimes quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh... Seriously, I have nothing else to write about..! Stop here then! I'll blog again when I'm free! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-200570866972170311?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/200570866972170311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiiiaaaaaak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/200570866972170311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/200570866972170311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiiiaaaaaak.html' title='HIIIAAAAAAK~!!!!!!!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-5056575932052156139</id><published>2009-12-01T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:59:25.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! 2 more papers to go and one more week to Australia! I'm just too excited. Can't wait for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; which is waiting for me there. Australia!!! Here I come!!!! in 1 more week's time. ==&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having my Physics paper tomorrow. I'm just so not ready. Just hope that everything goes well. ciaoooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-5056575932052156139?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/5056575932052156139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5056575932052156139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5056575932052156139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on.html' title='Come on!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-6372526996050177856</id><published>2009-11-19T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:37:06.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Bag~</title><content type='html'>I slept at 11 and woke up at 6.05 today. As usual. I did not intend to sleep so early actually but I'm somewhat forced to; I don't even sleep that early usually when the exams are not going on...==!&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I slept at 11 and woke up at 5 and Cool, the next day I go to school with a pair of panda eyes. I don't know what happened. I guess my eyes are just tired, but I always sleep at 11.45 and wake up at 6; what difference does it make!! Well fine then, I don't bother about it and just went to school. I don't see much difference and I don't think that my eyebag got a lot worse than on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;During recess time, me and Pui Meng went to the school library. I asked her whether my eyebag got serious. I was so sad when she said yes. I asked her about ways to make my eyes look better. Then, I myself suggested to use ice. Guess what she said. "Better not lo, I don't think it will help because your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eye vessels might burst!&lt;/span&gt; Then it'll look worse" swt...What is this. Hong Hein then added " Then your eyes will drop out" and she was like doing the doinyiao doinyiao gesture, you know. The sound effect when something drop out and hanging, as if it's going to drop out any second...&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really don't understand why I have such eyes. They are just so fragile and they get tired so easily; compared to others, but now I guess I know why. Well, maybe God wants me to rest more. =D&lt;br /&gt;I have such silly friends. However, it's kinda cool to have them as friends! You can laugh your lungs out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me laugh a lot though. I meant a LOT LOT LOT. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Finished my History paper today. Thank God man! I think I did alright this time, not excellent, but alright. =] I don't think I had ever studied History properly and seriously at all but this time, I really did. Cool Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-6372526996050177856?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/6372526996050177856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/eye-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6372526996050177856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6372526996050177856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/eye-bag.html' title='Eye Bag~'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-3187109031647850009</id><published>2009-11-17T00:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:01:09.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God</title><content type='html'>I truly found God today. I've lost that connection before this. He suddenly appeared in my life during a camp a few years ago. That feeling was extremely strong, but I lost it after some time. It lasted for almost a year I guess. I really felt restless after that. I tried so hard to find for His prescense, but to no avail, until today. He is finally here. Finally appearing once again in my life! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;I think it was this examination that connects us. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-3187109031647850009?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/3187109031647850009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/praise-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3187109031647850009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3187109031647850009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/praise-god.html' title='Praise God'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-3519115851076729411</id><published>2009-11-16T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:40:34.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS GREAT!</title><content type='html'>Lol. Something strucked me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;GOD IS GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and He will be there no matter what, just for you. Just for you....&lt;br /&gt;He is my shepherd. =]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                    * Amen to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ lalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-3519115851076729411?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/3519115851076729411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3519115851076729411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3519115851076729411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-great.html' title='GOD IS GREAT!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-2056991731262902331</id><published>2009-11-16T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:17:35.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>SPM's 2 days away. Well, first I was really worried and nervous. For these few days, I prayed hard and I will continue to do that for the rest of the period during the examinations. Jesus did asked me to just not try too hard. Leave it all to Him, find rest in Him. I do feel like He'll always be there for me. I don't feel to stressed out right now but I do find encouragement from Him. I'll try my best and I hope that I'll do well. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-2056991731262902331?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/2056991731262902331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/encouragement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2056991731262902331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2056991731262902331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-1028359726292475931</id><published>2009-11-05T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:38:23.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SvLGrqXPMcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nmh6wGUiJPc/s1600-h/skyDSCN0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SvLGrqXPMcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nmh6wGUiJPc/s320/skyDSCN0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400597356579074498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;At times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;when I look into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;staring at a particular patch of cloud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I do wonder...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Are you looking at the same patch of cloud too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The answer 'Yes' is all I want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Though distance separates us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the patch of cloud our eyes are on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;it connects us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Distance is not an obstacle anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;if the sky is just right in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Are you looking at the patch of cloud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The cloud I'm looking at right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-1028359726292475931?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/1028359726292475931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/cloud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1028359726292475931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1028359726292475931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/11/cloud.html' title='The cloud'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SvLGrqXPMcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nmh6wGUiJPc/s72-c/skyDSCN0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-5724823324266426480</id><published>2009-10-08T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:57:54.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know</title><content type='html'>Yes. I know. You might be better than me, but criticizing my work does not make me feel respected. At all. I do agree that your ___ is definitely better than me, but is it necessary to look down on others too and give them a feeling as if they don't deserve it? Seriously, I'm rather dissapointed. Even though you might not think that I deserve it, I do not agree. I know that though I might not be as good as you-yes I admit it, there is something in me which definitely outstands you. I'm quite sure of it. For me, that is the reason why I can achieve to that.&lt;br /&gt;I felt angry because of what you've done, but I finally gave up on having anger in me because I believe that what God says is right, true and honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;His words are true and I know that it is exactly what I should do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;to forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-5724823324266426480?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/5724823324266426480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5724823324266426480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/5724823324266426480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I know'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-1895143147245343227</id><published>2009-09-29T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:16:36.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SsIINpSnbFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K4VajG2m27g/s1600-h/DSCN0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SsIINpSnbFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K4VajG2m27g/s320/DSCN0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386877134803790930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from school today, entered the house and found the windows open, as if someone was at home. Well, I was really glad since most of the day when I'm back home, no one's there. I entered the house and walked around. Mm. It was completely silent. Well, I guess I have to spend another lonely day at home. How sad is that. Then, I found out that there was actually a part-time maid at home with me. For the first time, I felt happy when I get back home. How odd is that.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I just realized that life being alone at home after a tiring day at school is kind of miserable.&lt;/span&gt; How nice is it to have someone with you at home everyday, even a maid..=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-1895143147245343227?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/1895143147245343227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1895143147245343227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1895143147245343227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-random.html' title='SO RANDOM.'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SsIINpSnbFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/K4VajG2m27g/s72-c/DSCN0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-693356938992382376</id><published>2009-09-06T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:11:50.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A remarkably unforgettable trip to Pangkor</title><content type='html'>Well! Here I go to tell you guys about my trip to Pangkor which I went on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Thursday, 27th of August 2009&lt;/span&gt; ; which was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5 days before my trials&lt;/span&gt;. My whole family ; included those in K.L went there together. Though I had some tough and unhappy times there, it was an enjoyable moment which I spent with my dear cousins. Too bad sis that you were not with us. We played volleyball and great, you know how painful your hand/thumb finger ;or whatever you call it, will feel when you hit that ball! It was a torture to be the one who serve the ball! However, I had a great time, a really great one I mean. I took a few pictures of the scenery there. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sis, we'll have an outing together when you're back k! We'll go Redang.... someday. hah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I bought a camera! I've already wish to own one for a long time. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBj27k8QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JSmZNqvpr_Y/s1600-h/pangkorP28-08-09_18.52%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBj27k8QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JSmZNqvpr_Y/s320/pangkorP28-08-09_18.52%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378355201795485954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBkasULdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CqOEgjCfDcQ/s1600-h/pangkor3P28-08-09_18.52%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBkasULdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CqOEgjCfDcQ/s320/pangkor3P28-08-09_18.52%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378355211395149266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBkx6x3QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EpprluAsquk/s1600-h/pangkor2P28-08-09_18.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBkx6x3QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EpprluAsquk/s320/pangkor2P28-08-09_18.52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378355217629830402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an extra picture that I've taken. It's not from Pangkor. This is one of my favourites. Savour it!! =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBldM98uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lxrDhW80G2M/s1600-h/savourP11-08-09_19.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBldM98uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lxrDhW80G2M/s320/savourP11-08-09_19.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378355229248844514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-693356938992382376?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/693356938992382376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/09/remarkably-unforgettable-trip-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/693356938992382376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/693356938992382376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/09/remarkably-unforgettable-trip-to.html' title='A remarkably unforgettable trip to Pangkor'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SqPBj27k8QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JSmZNqvpr_Y/s72-c/pangkorP28-08-09_18.52%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-7856001369100782223</id><published>2009-08-07T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T04:44:17.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>You know what, it is really miserable to find yourself at home, all alone. There's no one that you can talk to. The only thing that you can do to take away the boredom is to well, like what I'm doing right now-staring at the computer, typing some nonsense just to wait for time to pass, seconds to minutes and in the end, hours.&lt;br /&gt;It is actually really distracting having the computer just right beside of my HISTORY book. What else can I say, I'm just easily distracted! =D&lt;br /&gt;It's actually so hard to memorize those facts. I was wondering, how could those genius memorize histories and stuffs like that and not have a really big head. Do they have hair fall problems? lol&lt;br /&gt;'AH! STOP WASTING MY TIME!! IT'S REALLY RIDICULOUS! SLAP YOU, THEN YOU'LL KNOW!' Hmmmm. Sorry. My conscience just scolded me. Guess I shall .... 'GET OUT NOW!'.. ok.., let me finish this, I shall close this link now! YEAH! hah. *Don't mind my conscience, she's sometimes very furious with some tini tiny matters.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-7856001369100782223?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/7856001369100782223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7856001369100782223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7856001369100782223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-2735201030150255703</id><published>2009-08-04T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:27:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART ATTACK!!!</title><content type='html'>FUHHHHH!!! I had a TEMPORARY heart attack today!&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today, feeling goooood. I just don't know why everything seemed so fine today- Weather's great, I'm wide awake not feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;It was during the History lesson when Lai Lin suddenly called me. I just looked at her for a few seconds, then turn back to the teacher-Pn. Salina will just hit you with anything she had in her hands when we're caught not concentrating in her class, without hesitation, and it hurts! Well, I've beaten once by her. Hah...phobia now. Then Lai Lin said 'Maths ar'. What? I just don't understand. What does she mean by 'maths'?&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, '8.30'. I was still confused and did not know what was the connection between maths and 8.30. Mei Yen then told me, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Australian Maths competition today&lt;/span&gt;' WHHHATTTT!!!!! My heart nearly drop off from my very body, with my blood suddenly got frozen. I sat there numb with my eyes and mouth opened wide for a second or two. =O &lt;br /&gt;I was so not prepared for that and I only found out 5 minutes before the competition/test starts! I'm so dead. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;That paper was really hard. The first 20 questions was still manageable for me. Unfortunately, I did not have enough time to complete the whole paper. That was sad. I simply answered the last few questions. I don't think I can get distinction, not even merit I guess. Well, maybe the probability of getting merit is 0.5, who knows if I can get better! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a real surprise by the way. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-2735201030150255703?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/2735201030150255703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2735201030150255703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2735201030150255703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/08/heart-attack.html' title='HEART ATTACK!!!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-7401024461265951100</id><published>2009-08-01T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:03:18.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Librarians gathering</title><content type='html'>whooh! We had our librarians gathering today, which is the 1st of August. It was great ,well at least it was, for me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;The gathering was held in D R Park. I was so freaked out the day before that because I checked the weather forecast and it said that it will be drizzling in the morning or afternoon. I was so so so worried that wherever I went, the image of the us having to run around to find for shade kept appearing in my mind. I shall say that it's really haunting me because nothing can be done if it rains! If it really happens, well, yea, we'll all just sit under the shade, staring at the grey grey sky.&lt;br /&gt;I kept praying and hope that it will only rain at two, since the gathering is ending at one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weather was great this morning!! We had station games at 9a.m and the air was still very cooling. Students can run around without having to perspire a lot! er..Cool....! =D The sun was only out at around 10.45 a.m, or 11....well, I forgot. It was windy throughout our whole gathering as it seemed like the clouds are going to pour out it's contents any time. Tell you what! I was really bothered and distressed by the weather! However, the best thing about the weather was, WE DO NOT NEED TO SWEAT SO MUCH AND THAT'S GOOD !!! um...though sweating is healthy, I'm just too lazy to sweat. hah.&lt;br /&gt;The games, drama and advertisement sessions went on well, except that a probationer stepped on the mat and slipped. Thank goodness she was alright. She's just so petite and fragile that I'm so worried for her.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we gave out a few awards for the librarians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The fittest librarian - Leong Sue May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The most childish librarian - Ussha Rani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The most talkative librarian - Shahirah Bee (really perasan, I meant REALLY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The most timid librarian - Audrey Chong Aie Li ( she has a younger sister and they are like TWINS! Which is pretty scary for me =D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, everything went on quite well today. I'm quite happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Good news is, it really drizzled at 2!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Knew it that God heard me!&lt;/span&gt; =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-7401024461265951100?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/7401024461265951100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-librarians-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7401024461265951100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7401024461265951100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-librarians-gathering.html' title='De Librarians gathering'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-80832971525307785</id><published>2009-07-30T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:56:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>undeniably dissapointed, or is it a mistake itself.</title><content type='html'>I can barely breathe Dear Lord, I can barely breath. Please tell me what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed to be possible to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;The comfort zone can be found only when You are beside me.&lt;br /&gt;The appreciated zone is only when I'm in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-80832971525307785?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/80832971525307785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/undeniably-dissapointed-or-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/80832971525307785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/80832971525307785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/undeniably-dissapointed-or-is-it.html' title='undeniably dissapointed, or is it a mistake itself.'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-8081938058938067215</id><published>2009-07-20T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:44:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie day. yeh.</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to my cousin's house yesterday. Our main objective of  going there at first is to have a scrumptious lunch. Everything went well at first. Later after that, we went upstairs and dad started watching a movie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PROMOTED&lt;/span&gt; by my uncle. hah. So, yea. He started watching it and was quite addicted I should say. I sat there -  kind of bored though. I had a conversation with Hsin Yi about movies. Then, I mentioned about Ice Age 3. Yea! Both of us got excited. We decided to watch it and was searching for a date. I just couldn't stand it and decided to watch it on the same day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was 3 that time. Hsin Yi and Soong Yi need to go to Tesco with their grandfather before they will go to Jusco with me and Yin. And guess what. Ice Age's starting at 4. == -We planned to watch at 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They came back at 4.05 .Yeah cool. We then rushed to Jusco and found out that we're already 30 minutes late for that movie, so we discussed in front of the receptionist for like....2 minutes, or more than that. haha. AT LAST! We made a decision to watch Harry Potter at 5.30 and Ice Age at 9! woah. Thanks to Soong Yi I'm wasting my money on that. You know I never watch Harry Potter. Well, what to do. We couldn't be walking around Jusco for 5 hours! My bones will be broken by then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 8.30 when the movie ended. We planned to take our dinner in Kopitiam and indulge ourselves with the 'warmer' environment. hah. All of us were shivering in the theatre, for THREE hours!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and...tell you what. I don't even understand the whole point of that movie. Neither of us do anyway. haha. &lt;/span&gt;By the way, all of us ordered warm water and for the first time!! It just tasted so um..comfortable? =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then ate our dinner, chating and eating and taking our time. Then Hsin Yi asked, 'What's the time now?' For a second or two, no one responded to her question. Then Soong Yi took her handphone out.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 'IT'S 8.59!! WHEN'S THE MOVIE STARTING!!??'&lt;/span&gt; hah! All of us were dumbfounded! We forgot about that movie! I was lucky as my food was almost cleared off. AIh. Pity Hsin Yi. She still had a long way to go for her bowl to be empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'IT'S ALREADY 9.02 LOR! Soong Yi said. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hsin Yi was still suffering with her curry mee.&lt;/span&gt; What else can she do except to just leave it, but it's alright. She said she's already very full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice Age! Lol. That movie is really funny. Too bad our eyes were already very tired at that time-Thank goodness it didn't bulge out. Well, obviously. We bought the ticket last minute. We had to sit in the three front rows - that's really suffering I tell you! But I'm satisfied since it's already been a long time that I did not go for a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! That's about it! I had a great day with them!!! Lol. Really have to add this. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Soong Yi bought an artificial hair. It's long. She wished to have long hair! aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-8081938058938067215?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/8081938058938067215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-day-yeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/8081938058938067215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/8081938058938067215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-day-yeh.html' title='movie day. yeh.'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-4318655998162648550</id><published>2009-07-06T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:40:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Roger Federer a YAY!</title><content type='html'>Well, ROGER FEDERER WON THE GRAND SLAM IN WIMBLEDON! A round of applause please!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Roger Federer vs Andy Roddick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say. That match was just great and crazy! I stayed up until late at night just to watch it. That was so dumb of me-knowing that my eye bag will get worse if I don't sleep before 12. So, yea. It really got worse.....==&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous for Roger throughout the whole game. Roddick played really well. He was so close to winning that game. Anyways, the last set was actually the annoying one. They played and played-there was like no end to it, no winner. I just lost my mind, nearly faint. I jumped in front of the tv, clapped my hands and shouted &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, Roger won!!! Roddick was great too. It was just that he was quite careless on his last shot-I admire Roddick as well.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, Roger is the best! He will always be. Good job! &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, at least my sacrifice is paid off!&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-4318655998162648550?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/4318655998162648550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-roger-federer-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4318655998162648550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4318655998162648550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-roger-federer-yay.html' title='Give Roger Federer a YAY!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-4139848137478238930</id><published>2009-07-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:48:16.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1, Appreciation Garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate Street,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1043, Appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every single thing that I've done is not appreciated. Have you ever really see and realize what I've actually done? The only thing you know is just to tell others that I don't help at all; although I had seriously done as much as I could to help lessen your burden. That hurts. Though I had only improved a bit compared to the me before this, isn't that good enough, because if you appreciate, I think I could have improved much more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only with You that I can find comfort and appreciation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were the One that kept me going when I felt that I wasn't appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, actually gave me strength to improve myself despite feeling unappreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;SzeYuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-4139848137478238930?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/4139848137478238930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/appreciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4139848137478238930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4139848137478238930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-6824011819838755659</id><published>2009-07-03T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:47:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory of Love. How sweet is this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The lyrics of this song is just so sweet. It's from a male's point of view. I just find it really touching and what else can I say, it's written magnificently!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BRAVO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Clapping of hands and confetti all around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight its very clear&lt;br /&gt;As were both lying here&lt;br /&gt;Theres so many things I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just forget&lt;br /&gt;Say things I might regret&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see you crying&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;Ill be the hero youre dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Well live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youll keep me standing tall&lt;br /&gt;Youll help me through it all&lt;br /&gt;Im always strong when youre beside me&lt;br /&gt;I have always needed you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;Ill be the hero youve been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Well live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;From a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Just in time I will save the day&lt;br /&gt;Take you to my castle far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;Ill be the hero youre dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Were gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love&lt;br /&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;artiste /songwriter : Peter Cetera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;songwriter : David Foster, Diane Nini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-6824011819838755659?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/6824011819838755659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/glory-of-love-how-sweet-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6824011819838755659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6824011819838755659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/glory-of-love-how-sweet-is-this.html' title='Glory of Love. How sweet is this.'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-900414281288717100</id><published>2009-07-02T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:47:54.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That is what I call EMBARRASSING!</title><content type='html'>Guess what! Something happened today and it was so embarrassing! &lt;div&gt;Ah. It all started with this dummy announcement - let's not mention about this announcement. It just doesn't make sense. I was just following instructions from the teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked to make an announcement in the morning during assembly. Well, I was kind of nervous though - I do not want to make it sound really weird like the one I did last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the prefect made her announcement, it was my turn and I took the microphone. I stood near the window place and there, a sea of people right in front of me. I'm not really nervous at the moment actually. Then, I started with a greeting of Good Morning. It was obvious that the mic was not working..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried patting my palm on the mic - doh, it doesn't work! Maybe it's the wiring problem, the wire attached to the mic. I tried adjusting the wire and shake  the mic a bit hoping that it will work but to no avail. The prefect who made the announcement before that approached me to see what was wrong with the mic. She took it and 'tuck', there she goes, on the mic. I was like WHAT!!!!! Hey! what's wrong! I did not know why it's in the off button! Are you kidding me. A head librarian! Struggling with the mic and shaking it with no reasons where I should actually just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;push the button to 'on'&lt;/span&gt; !!!!  ==!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there goes the laughter from the people down there. How can I react to that except to just well, laugh... hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I continued making the announcement. It was alright. I just couldn't believe that the mic had betrayed me in such moment. Later after that, my friends were like asking me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;' Hey, why are you shaking the mic man! It was like you were shaking something else, a coke or what?'&lt;/span&gt; I was dumbfounded. Huh? Did I really shake it so vigorously that it looked as if I was shaking a.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;coke or ketchup&lt;/span&gt;? hah. Did I anyway? hesh ae hesh ae - H A H A .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was what happened. Isn't that embarrassing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, my family and I went to Pulau Pangkor during the holidays. Here are some pictures of the chalet that we stayed in and the view was breathtaking. The seaside was just right in front of the chalet. The trip was so much fun and I had a ball of time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sky62GtRqkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ojrf0gbPhoc/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353859495712893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sky62GtRqkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ojrf0gbPhoc/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sky61xLNj1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ALI970gebEM/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353859489932873554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sky61xLNj1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ALI970gebEM/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sky61kxAnnI/AAAAAAAAADw/U8KCWpMSALc/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353859486601748082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sky61kxAnnI/AAAAAAAAADw/U8KCWpMSALc/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-900414281288717100?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/900414281288717100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-is-what-i-call-embarrassing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/900414281288717100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/900414281288717100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-is-what-i-call-embarrassing.html' title='That is what I call EMBARRASSING!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sky62GtRqkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ojrf0gbPhoc/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-2757013962695385870</id><published>2009-06-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:29:12.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Is there a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;a day where grey is the only color you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;look up to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;where no words could express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;which gradually slows down the beating of our very heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;in every second and every minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;peace and tranquility could be felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Rejoice! Rejoice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Your conscience reminds you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Your worries are just like a strand of hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A strand, compared to a million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Slowly, as time ticks on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;hues of colors came pouring down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;like tiny droplets of crystal-like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A superb sight came to your rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Replacing it from the grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SkY4vSUmRjI/AAAAAAAAADo/6IagP_aIjDw/s320/winter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-2757013962695385870?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/2757013962695385870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/06/grey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2757013962695385870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2757013962695385870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/06/grey.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SkY4vSUmRjI/AAAAAAAAADo/6IagP_aIjDw/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-3835211274919136576</id><published>2009-05-24T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:17:30.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy sleepy...</title><content type='html'>3 more days to go. Mid-year test is really killing me.. What to do. I can't stay up till late at night to study. I just have to sleep early.. Having to go through everything in such a short time is exhausting! Hate it that I can't stay up late! Come on come on. I know I can. =]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrrr! Here comes the feeling again! nooo..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-3835211274919136576?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/3835211274919136576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepy-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3835211274919136576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/3835211274919136576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepy-sleepy.html' title='Sleepy sleepy...'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-4691024157848763992</id><published>2009-05-07T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:07:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>Well, every single one of our lives are full of choices to be made. Sometimes, it just depends on us. The path that we'll be taking affects our future-every single second of it will be affected. Everything that will happen will be affected.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in a while, we would thought of taking the other path, the path which we do not expect or plan to take. The path that pleases us. Not the one which suits us the most and what we actually want the most. Is that right? Is what I'm doing really the right thing? It influences our thoughts as well, persuading us that we're taking the right choice, that it will lead us to the right road. The question is, is it really the choice that we want to make? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;We don't even know it ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I DON'T EVEN KNOW IT MYSELF...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-4691024157848763992?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/4691024157848763992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/05/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4691024157848763992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4691024157848763992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/05/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-6200666701225123633</id><published>2009-04-11T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:38:55.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of de concerto. =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC36ttZMDI/AAAAAAAAADY/3SJ6mYxTIUw/s1600-h/P4050604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC36ttZMDI/AAAAAAAAADY/3SJ6mYxTIUw/s320/P4050604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323456978882211890" /&gt;four of us!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC3Iw1CmcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SMqamSolB98/s1600-h/P4050611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC3Iw1CmcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SMqamSolB98/s320/P4050611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323456120726133186" /&gt;where is the other two!! Sze Lyn!! lol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC21lrNfSI/AAAAAAAAADI/MvD0m-aPthk/s1600-h/P4050609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC21lrNfSI/AAAAAAAAADI/MvD0m-aPthk/s320/P4050609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323455791314599202" /&gt;again.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC2CxjBpxI/AAAAAAAAADA/NXfu5HjL36w/s1600-h/P4050608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC2CxjBpxI/AAAAAAAAADA/NXfu5HjL36w/s320/P4050608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323454918328166162" /&gt;pity them..... hah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC1g88pl2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vSzmtOVnhpQ/s1600-h/P4050607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC1g88pl2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vSzmtOVnhpQ/s320/P4050607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323454337272878946" /&gt;That's the pianist, in red.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures. Thanks to Sze Lyn for the camera! *Chin Sze Lyn.&lt;div&gt;Though I looked quite ~not so pretty here. -not so nice to say ugly. lol.- but it's still alright !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4664837503750087454-6200666701225123633?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/6200666701225123633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-of-de-concerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6200666701225123633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6200666701225123633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-of-de-concerto.html' title='Pictures of de concerto. =]'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SeC36ttZMDI/AAAAAAAAADY/3SJ6mYxTIUw/s72-c/P4050604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-918327980344344507</id><published>2009-04-06T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:03:31.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee Music Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hah! Yesterday was my music studio's concert. Well, it was actually a really mini mini lil concert. hah. Nothing much. There was actually an examiner that came to our concert this year - it's pretty scary actually. So much pressure as the studio's BOSS wants us to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;really REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; well on that day. The examiner is from the Music College of London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I had a really great day yesterday! It was fun. I get the chance to be friend with most of the performers there. Well, um, I did play some notes wrongly during my performance. I guess not many people realised that. But, ah. Who knows! The worst part- I was standing in front, right in front of the examiner!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I think he was just one metre away from me! ONE METR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or maybe less than that! Chill. I don't want to think about that anymore. You know how easily to play out of tune for a violin. He probably heard me playing out of tune. Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I performed with three other violinist - Michael, Janice, Meng Hoi. They are all really funny. Janice, 13 and Meng Hoi, 16 always have arguments. They argue for small matters. Then, they'll refer to me and ask me who's right. Hahah. One more, Michael. Really funny. I didnt know he actually knows abit of Cantonese! He kept saying 'mou chou', 'mou gong gam do' and ' ngo seong sik hoi lam gai fan'. His accent was....well, it's just hilarious. I still remember that we also performed the previous year. There was something wrong with his strings. I'm not sure what's wrong. Then for this year, before our performance, his A string showed some sign of snapping. First, he did not want to change it. Then, I persuaded him to change it. So, he did that. Maybe he still have that trauma. He kept asking me to pluck my A string to check with his! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Like 5 minutes once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He was really nervous. Lol. During rehearsals, he will dream. I don't know what he was dreaming anyway. When it comes to our turn, he will still be standing somewhere, looking somewhere. I had to call him up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What can I say. I was like babysitting big babies. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By the way, I really enjoyed every part of the concert! I really do. I appreciate the chance given to me. I might not have the chance to perform anymore I guess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PS : I'll be including the photos once I get them from my friends! No worries! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-918327980344344507?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/918327980344344507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/04/dee-music-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/918327980344344507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/918327980344344507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/04/dee-music-concert.html' title='Dee Music Concert'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-4596528538539734369</id><published>2009-03-27T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:14:08.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first experience of driving a...a KANCIL man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hah! You guys will surely be excited to know what happened ha! I &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KNEW IT!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went for my driving lesson for the first time on Thursday, 26th of March. I went there, gave my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IC to that particular fella, whoever it is. hah. I don't know who's that anyways. Nevermind, let's continue. Then, I waited there, sitting on the sofa nearby. I waited....and waited.. and waited. Then, I saw an old guy, walking with great enthusiastic, as if his old bones and muscles were not refraining him from walking that fast-I think it was even faster than my pace. Sounds familiar to you huh sis! He has hair as white as snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't even spot a strand of black-coloured hair even though I was not very far away from him. Hah. Yea. That's your ex-coach sis! hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I waited there patiently. A feeling of nervous and excited engulfed me. Then, I found out that the old guy was actually my coach! We share the same coach sistah! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was in the small, red KANCIL then. It was really SMALL~~ .Then, he started explaining to me on what I should do. His voice was really soft. I had to strain my dearest ear to listen to what he said. However, luck was not on my side. It started raining!! The sound of the car's roof was so loud-'tapp tuppp' was the only sound that I can hear. What now. My coach's voice was barely audible! I only responded to him and nod my head when I think that he had finished his phrase&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; actually can't hear what he was saying. HAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later then, I started driving. It was actually not bad. it's ALRIGHT~ hah. Then, he taugh me how to stop when we're going uphill. I can't really get it at first so, you know what happened then. Lol. But I managed to do it after a few times trying. Not bad huh. That was my first experience of driving. My one more hour practice is tomorrow! Saturday. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By the way, I felt really tired this week. I can barely breathe!! My schedule was so packed! There was like only one hour break before I had to go for another activity- tuition, choir practice, violin performance rehearsal and practice, art, and now driving- for certain days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes there were three activities a day. That was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REALLY REALLY TIRING I TELL U&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't even have time to do my homework. Ah, it's pilling up everyday. Anyways, I hope I can manage it. I know God is always by my side. Amen! yea. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-4596528538539734369?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/4596528538539734369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-experience-of-driving-aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4596528538539734369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/4596528538539734369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-experience-of-driving-aa.html' title='My first experience of driving a...a KANCIL man!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-6932519061649990669</id><published>2009-03-16T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:02:21.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny times!</title><content type='html'>Well, now I usually spend my time at home with my youngest sister. She is still childish even though she is already..ehm, let's not talk about it, or else she'll kill me. haha. By the way, my main point is, she is somehow INFLUENCING me to be like her, childish. What can I do. We do act stupidly sometimes. Here are some silly pictures we took when we have nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4asIzlqoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5kMonFAIUrs/s1600-h/meP14-03-09_13.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313713955924191874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4asIzlqoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5kMonFAIUrs/s320/meP14-03-09_13.30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4a5opn0qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k_3AXHxUEmc/s1600-h/yinP14-03-09_13.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313714187810624162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4a5opn0qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k_3AXHxUEmc/s320/yinP14-03-09_13.31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah! Look at her, so cute.~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sometimes even laugh my lungs out talking to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahhaha! I am laughing now cus she's acting like a,well I don't know what. Praying mantis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favourite picture! Have to share! hah&lt;br /&gt;* That's my little husband! I love him a lot! -The dust on him makes him even more handsome. hah. Actually, it's not really dust. It's from the rosin. I'm hygienic. =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4ewuEJE5I/AAAAAAAAACE/taHR0sqymHY/s1600-h/mirrorP10-03-09_18.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4fWEp6NlI/AAAAAAAAACM/6JF8flCmbyA/s1600-h/the+violinP1010269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313719074410870354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4fWEp6NlI/AAAAAAAAACM/6JF8flCmbyA/s320/the+violinP1010269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-6932519061649990669?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/6932519061649990669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6932519061649990669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6932519061649990669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-times.html' title='Funny times!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sb4asIzlqoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5kMonFAIUrs/s72-c/meP14-03-09_13.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-2305567857452751317</id><published>2009-03-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:20:49.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbUkk2bbeEI/AAAAAAAAABk/IqrlsWwjpV0/s1600-h/sports+dayP07-03-09_09.55%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311191551057819714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbUkk2bbeEI/AAAAAAAAABk/IqrlsWwjpV0/s320/sports+dayP07-03-09_09.55%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm. This will be the last year having Sports Day in my school. I will not have to chance to get roasted with my friends anymore. hah.Though I really hate staying under the sun for hours. Who cares? =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just managed to snap a few photos on that day. This is one of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* in the picture : me . Pui Meng  .  Hong Hein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-2305567857452751317?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/2305567857452751317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2305567857452751317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/2305567857452751317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-day.html' title='Sports day~'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbUkk2bbeEI/AAAAAAAAABk/IqrlsWwjpV0/s72-c/sports+dayP07-03-09_09.55%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-6102128689654141024</id><published>2009-03-08T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:27:57.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Little Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I happened to read about the human heart today. I was quite surprised by how our heart produces the 'dub' sound. Then, I asked my youngest sister whether she is interested in knowing it. She was quite excited. I showed her the diagram of our heart. ' Huh? This is how our heart looks like? I thought it has a heart shape?'&lt;br /&gt;Lol. That was what she said. Hilarious. I never know she did not know how the heart looks like until now, ehem.... hahHAHAHAHhahah. Silly her, or should I say, I was being such a bad sister for not teaching or showing her a diagram of our heart. Yea.I guess that's right. My bad. hah. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-6102128689654141024?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/6102128689654141024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/silly-little-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6102128689654141024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6102128689654141024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/silly-little-sister.html' title='Silly Little Sister'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-6293576880784818000</id><published>2009-03-08T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:48:10.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbOe4Ouqt6I/AAAAAAAAABc/1DTOfzCBEQE/s1600-h/ipod3P07-03-09_20.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310763074463643554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbOe4Ouqt6I/AAAAAAAAABc/1DTOfzCBEQE/s320/ipod3P07-03-09_20.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbOefcd3N5I/AAAAAAAAABU/0qvTklpgncQ/s1600-h/ipod4P07-03-09_20.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310762648654526354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbOefcd3N5I/AAAAAAAAABU/0qvTklpgncQ/s320/ipod4P07-03-09_20.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here it is. Specially wasting my time just to let you see it, as you wished. Er... joking. Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol. It looks like our previous one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just in case you have that thought, I've snapped another photo of the side of it. It's way much slimmer than the other one. Can't really see it here. Btw, it's cool. Gotta show it to you next time! hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S : sis! YOu! Post more photos in your blog k. Even just pictures of streets, I don't mind. Er.... I'm not really forcing you, just encouraging. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-6293576880784818000?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/6293576880784818000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-it-is-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6293576880784818000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/6293576880784818000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-it-is-sis.html' title='Here it is sis!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/SbOe4Ouqt6I/AAAAAAAAABc/1DTOfzCBEQE/s72-c/ipod3P07-03-09_20.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-1138422765854660304</id><published>2009-03-02T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:09:25.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aw. My maid just left. I will definitely miss her-after living with her all this while, not to mention those great and funny times that we had. Well, all I have to say is that she was the most hilarious maid I've ever met. hah.. Sometimes we do speak 'brainlessly' to each other. Talking nonsense. This house is now so lonely-once filled with laughter and screams. All gone. ou~~~well, er.. I think i sounded too emo. Exaggerated. hah. Not to say it's really lonely now as in, you can even hear the cricket sound..==. That's impossible. I can guarantee that. Somehow, it is like there are now less people being at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-1138422765854660304?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/1138422765854660304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1138422765854660304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1138422765854660304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-1734121594766314278</id><published>2009-02-22T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:25:31.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hah! Dad gave me an iPod today! Well, that is really unexpected. I thought he wouldn't buy it since he's not a person who is really into this~ kind of stuff-mp4 and what so ever. However, he did buy it! hahahahha. thank you thank you. I'm not really into it as well. Still, I'm really excited to receive it from him-how often does he buy something like that for me? er...I have to say, maybe once or twice a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though he didn't really celebrate my birthday with me, it's alright. I don't really mind. He has work to do. Only my mom, youngest sister and my maid was at home with me. How sad. Thanks to my eldest sister, departed to Australia on the 9th, and my dad, to India on the 11th !!! Nice timing huh. I really appreaciate all those who was at home with me. But I really need to say that this year's birthday for me is really a boring one -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;No cakes, no birthday song, no parties, no candles for me to blow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, all of them doesn't matter actually. I'm really really glad that I received tons of birthday wishes from my friends! yea.That matters. I received the most this year. Thank you so much friends.Same to the presents as well. Thanks for calling to wish me too! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The most interesting present i received&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She gave me box of a toothpaste-a brand which I've not heard before. I think it's quite an expensive one. em...Interesting~~~.It was 'A TOOTHPASTE!!!!' Well, chill. That was my first guess. It is not impossible or surprising for Kelly (Cheng) to give a present like that. She's abit weird sometimes. hah. Continue with the 'toothpaste'. There was actually a bar of toblerone and three ferrero rocher inside. Lol. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ps:Thanks dad for the iPod and not to be forgotten, mom for the perfume!; sisters! friends:wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-1734121594766314278?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/1734121594766314278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1734121594766314278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/1734121594766314278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-8047162779992883436</id><published>2009-02-17T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:35:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of his life chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, it's the end of my uncle's life chapter. That is really hard to believe that he's gone. What can I say, maybe gone to a better place. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still remember the trip where all of my family members went to, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hainan&lt;/span&gt;,China. Because of some family misunderstandings, we didn't get to be together with him and his family members. However, to my surprise, all of the problems were solved and we were back as one. Thanks dear God for hearing my prayer all this while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Surprisingly, we did went to his hometown and Thailand together this year too! I have to say that it is really unbelievable that we spent great times together for quite a number of times. It's really fortunate for us to have such a remarkable moment together before God took him away.. Hope that he too,had an amazing time spent with us. Goodbye and may God be with you.... We will be missing you, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-8047162779992883436?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/8047162779992883436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-his-life-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/8047162779992883436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/8047162779992883436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-his-life-chapter.html' title='The end of his life chapter'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664837503750087454.post-7359728577845120156</id><published>2009-02-12T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:55:27.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I've never thought of starting a blog or what because I don't know what exactly I can write in it. I hope that it won't be as empty as it is now even after a year. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;keep inspiring me&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664837503750087454-7359728577845120156?l=the-first-step02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/feeds/7359728577845120156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7359728577845120156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664837503750087454/posts/default/7359728577845120156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-first-step02.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go!'/><author><name>zyuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13447415761009871700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89ntz42GhfM/Sqo8IDi3dkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0Fi2868qQ00/S220/270820092338.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
