<?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-7302912130924742551</id><updated>2011-10-06T10:53:06.320-07:00</updated><category term='M.U.S.I.C'/><title type='text'>JEANS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7616915176756412489</id><published>2011-02-03T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:52:35.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said to me the magic word "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and powerful words which will turn a person's world 180 degree around&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;How naive it is for you to tell me these words&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know what love means&lt;br /&gt;Just because when you see a person&lt;br /&gt;Your heartbeat accelerates&lt;br /&gt;You sweat&lt;br /&gt;And you even have to experience insomnia&lt;br /&gt;You think these symptoms are due to love&lt;br /&gt;But is it??&lt;br /&gt;Is is really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking&lt;br /&gt;It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;1 CORINTHIANS 13-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with me alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your toy.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying these words&lt;br /&gt;When you don't even understand them&lt;br /&gt;Stop fooling yourself by saying "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;When you don't even know what you're talking about&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so childish&lt;br /&gt;I have one word for you-- GROW UP!!&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me "You love me"&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you'll only make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA~&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/7302912130924742551-7616915176756412489?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7616915176756412489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7616915176756412489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7616915176756412489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6066126421829824253</id><published>2010-10-23T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:38:21.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.U.S.I.C'/><title type='text'>Rue's Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDaeXR434zI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDaeXR434zI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me want to cry every time I listen 2 it... Wonderful song=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, Rue&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6066126421829824253?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6066126421829824253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/10/rues-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6066126421829824253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6066126421829824253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/10/rues-lullaby.html' title='Rue&apos;s Lullaby'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8064246704321866237</id><published>2010-10-04T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:16:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't walk me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't accompany me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't impress me&lt;br /&gt;Don't follow me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't flirt with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't sit with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't laugh with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't play with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't please me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't love me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But whatever you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't leave me XD&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/7302912130924742551-8064246704321866237?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8064246704321866237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8064246704321866237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8064246704321866237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t....'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3271551255686141815</id><published>2010-08-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:22:40.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Talent</title><content type='html'>Drawing used to be my hobby, and I could spend for hours drawing especially during the holidays. However, this hobby of mine doesn't stay long ever since I'm in my secondary life. I have no inkling why, and it seems like it has been years I didn't really sit down with a piece of clean white paper in front of me, ready to be drawn on, that I forget that I have this talent in me. Until one day when I began searching for all the drawings I'd drawn, I began to say to myself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I'm good in this!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THsiKDHzOiI/AAAAAAAAATc/J8VZRqUNAhM/s1600/photos+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THsiKDHzOiI/AAAAAAAAATc/J8VZRqUNAhM/s320/photos+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511036125049993762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My coolest drawing=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THshaf9PbeI/AAAAAAAAATM/FqvTL8KU7o8/s1600/photos+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THshaf9PbeI/AAAAAAAAATM/FqvTL8KU7o8/s320/photos+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035308156612066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sketching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THshPd1Yy2I/AAAAAAAAATE/SMNcIn-60Ko/s1600/photos+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THshPd1Yy2I/AAAAAAAAATE/SMNcIn-60Ko/s320/photos+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035118608239458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawn during primary XD&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/7302912130924742551-3271551255686141815?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3271551255686141815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/08/hidden-talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3271551255686141815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3271551255686141815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/08/hidden-talent.html' title='Hidden Talent'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THsiKDHzOiI/AAAAAAAAATc/J8VZRqUNAhM/s72-c/photos+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7819461355701772546</id><published>2010-08-26T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:03:43.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THZz5-PkqdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/dNwi8WLT8o8/s1600/25311_1230244210981_1675403906_504086_5319036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THZz5-PkqdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/dNwi8WLT8o8/s320/25311_1230244210981_1675403906_504086_5319036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509718633932433874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when exactly was the last time you call... Hmm.... Like more or less a year?? I don't know, somehow it seemed so long that I thought you would call no more, until that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," a familiar sound echoed out from the opposite line, and immediately I knew it was him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I responded with an incoherent "Hi" if I was not mistaken, for I was quite shocked of him calling me at a time like this [almost midnight], and I have to acknowledge it. His voice, still the same as ever-- ever so childish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began to talk about school's life, but mostly about the good old days when we spent most of the time hanging out together... We were young, naive, and immature, so we don't really bother about what people think about us, and also regardless our genders... We just had fun, and they were simply memorable... And as we talked about it, I believe that we both were amazed that none of us forget a single detail about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I hope to meet you again, Chee Hoe... I really hope we would=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. we are just super close friends since primary... So don't think the other sideXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-7819461355701772546?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7819461355701772546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7819461355701772546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7819461355701772546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/THZz5-PkqdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/dNwi8WLT8o8/s72-c/25311_1230244210981_1675403906_504086_5319036_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-1738058504212344737</id><published>2010-06-04T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:14:33.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coach</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I got the chance to hang out with my archery coach again, and I really enjoy it... Love it when we play archery together, and he coaches me along the way=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAksOIGj__I/AAAAAAAAASs/VEJbHAoHFtY/s1600/photos+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAksOIGj__I/AAAAAAAAASs/VEJbHAoHFtY/s320/photos+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478959042877718514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Awesome, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAksE7HyByI/AAAAAAAAASk/N-4JNpvv2TA/s1600/photos+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAksE7HyByI/AAAAAAAAASk/N-4JNpvv2TA/s320/photos+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478958884774348578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's how he aims for the bull's eye XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAkr1jZ3prI/AAAAAAAAASc/h51ZIs65N6Y/s1600/photos+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAkr1jZ3prI/AAAAAAAAASc/h51ZIs65N6Y/s320/photos+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478958620709725874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh ya, and he's my rock climbing coach too, well sort of=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then after all these coaching, we would have dinner together, and he would introduce his friends to me... All of his friends thought we were couple, and we were like ==!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad kind of protest that I would rather spend my time with him than shopping when I get the chance to go to Genting... Yes, my coach smokes, *coughs*... But as long as I know what I'm doing, there's nothing to worry about, right? Why can't he understand that I'm just trying to learn something [archery] that I like, and after all, the coaching is free... So why not? Sometimes I just wished that my dad could break away from his stubbornness... Urrggghhhh&gt;&lt; &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/7302912130924742551-1738058504212344737?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1738058504212344737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-coach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1738058504212344737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1738058504212344737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-coach.html' title='My Coach'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAksOIGj__I/AAAAAAAAASs/VEJbHAoHFtY/s72-c/photos+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7726590595289366231</id><published>2010-06-03T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:26:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAiYvJpMduI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ypBMQ7FLj40/s1600/April92010247pmredpyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAiYvJpMduI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ypBMQ7FLj40/s320/April92010247pmredpyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478796882506184418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that exam's over... I could start off reading my new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"The Red Pyramid"&lt;/span&gt; by Rick Riordan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically, this book is about Egypt, its gods and goddess, hieroglyphs, tombs, mummies etc etc... And of course, more hieroglyphs XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very good book I have to admit, as it teaches me lots of things regarding Egyptian stuff kind of thingy... Especially what we have learned in History like Augustus Caesar, Ra [the god of sun] etc.. etc... But a little comparison, I would still prefer the Percy Jackson series, and the Greek Gods like Zeus, Poseidon and Hades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents began to notice that I like these kind of books, and in books that have something to do with Gods and Goddess, and so they begin to talk crap and start on with the lectures... They told me to read on about the China Gods, something like that, and I was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HELL NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There's is no way I'mma read those.... Never mind, forget about it&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I seriosly can't wait to finish reading this book=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-7726590595289366231?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7726590595289366231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-pyramid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7726590595289366231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7726590595289366231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-pyramid.html' title='The Red Pyramid'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/TAiYvJpMduI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ypBMQ7FLj40/s72-c/April92010247pmredpyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6817241417747362663</id><published>2010-05-27T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:09:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Kindergarden</title><content type='html'>My current class, 5B gave me a sudden feel that I'm still in kindergarden... "Animal-SS" popped out from nowhere, just like a zoo... So, there they are XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S_9ehhEkg_I/AAAAAAAAARk/d3lypbt0os0/s1600/photos+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S_9ehhEkg_I/AAAAAAAAARk/d3lypbt0os0/s320/photos+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476199601812046834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yang Jin ~ Anjing [dog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S_9ePzBss8I/AAAAAAAAARc/Qe_KIJweXHA/s1600/photos+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S_9ePzBss8I/AAAAAAAAARc/Qe_KIJweXHA/s320/photos+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476199297394193346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chee Kit ~ Meow meow XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S_9d6gjl_8I/AAAAAAAAARU/su6aG0LOA1Q/s1600/photos+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S_9d6gjl_8I/AAAAAAAAARU/su6aG0LOA1Q/s320/photos+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476198931658833858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me~ Bobby the dog==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. [ignore my face, I look childish I know... Christine made me do it&gt;&lt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sit there and wonder... Is 5B a secondary class, or a total kindergarden?? What do you think?? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6817241417747362663?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6817241417747362663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-kindergarden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6817241417747362663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6817241417747362663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-kindergarden.html' title='Like Kindergarden'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S_9ehhEkg_I/AAAAAAAAARk/d3lypbt0os0/s72-c/photos+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6527921612705133693</id><published>2010-05-22T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:21:10.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Memo</title><content type='html'>Yes, I can still remember the way you ran towards me, smiling as you called my name, and in a minute's time you were in my arm. You were quite heavy for a little girl, yet I still make an effort to carry you. You giggled as I lifted you up from the ground, accentuating your tiny dimples, and hugged me even harder that I could almost hardly breathe. Your eyes shone like sapphire's eyes under the sunlight, and your laugh is infectious. Everyone there was like saying we were long lost sisters, and I pretended not to listen, but I was smiling from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days seemed like minutes, and my smile melted away when it was time to say goodbye, yet you still clung tight onto me, not wanting to let go. I too, feel the same, yet I don't have a choice, do I? I need to let go. It is indeed that we'll soon meet again, but you will grow up to be a wonderful girl you will be, and as a matter of time I'll be forgotten. We may not be that close anymore, but there's one thing I know, that I'll never forget about you, and I will always wait to meet you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6527921612705133693?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6527921612705133693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-memo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6527921612705133693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6527921612705133693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-memo.html' title='Sweet Memo'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-9085759761063573898</id><published>2010-05-08T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:41:58.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's with me</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, I know... I know it's totally wrong for me to lie 2 my mom, saying that I'll be going to play badminton instead of going to church, especially when today is Mother's Day... I know, and I'm sorry... But I had to&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I kind of felt guilty about lying to my mom, so I text my pastor [PV] to ask her if I should be doing this, but she did not give any specific answer, and told me to keep loving Him... I cried at that time for it was uber-hard for me. I mean, I'm forced to lie, but somehow I could feel that the answer is YES, and so I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This church that I went is not the church I used to go, and this church is way bigger. Another problem for me is that this church emphasis more on Mandarin, and for your information, I'm terribly weak in this language, though I'm supposed to master it by now for I was a SJK student. Sometimes I just wondered if i really belong to the SJK students. Anyway, then there I was, like a total lost sheep among a crowd of people. But at least I managed to utter an incoherent 'hi' with them. You know, to get along... Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I really felt out of place at that time, especially when I couldn't understand a single word they say. I actually thought of leaving my seat and run away from this stranger place, but instead, I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, my hands began to burn, and immediately I knew it. It's the Holy Spirit!! I knew it for I felt it a couple of times before. One of the time was when my pastor prayed for me.  The feel of the burning sensation is not like a fire devouring a building, but a feel of knowing that God is with me. He is with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything then began to go on smoothly. And I realise that it is not about the people in the church, nor me... It's about Him, my Dad, who is always there by my side and would never abandon nor forsake me, even if the world does=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my closest friend. My teacher. My counselor. My dad. My life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-9085759761063573898?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/9085759761063573898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/9085759761063573898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/9085759761063573898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-with-me.html' title='He&apos;s with me'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7210583992981832444</id><published>2010-05-05T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T04:04:29.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog</title><content type='html'>1st time in my entire life&lt;br /&gt;I get to know this so-called "high class" dog&lt;br /&gt;That only eats chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Instead of dog biscuit&lt;br /&gt;But get sick in the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It would online instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do homework instead of barking...&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"high class"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should know who I'm referring to&lt;br /&gt;Right, dog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of BBQ hot dog now..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBQ dog + cheese + blackpepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn Delicious XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7302912130924742551-7210583992981832444?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7210583992981832444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7210583992981832444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7210583992981832444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/05/dog.html' title='Dog'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8196894877027153647</id><published>2010-04-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:37:47.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Nothing is mend to last&lt;br /&gt;Nor to be mend forever&lt;br /&gt;Even the best of friend you may have&lt;br /&gt;It may seem cruel&lt;br /&gt;And hearts may shatter&lt;br /&gt;But this is part of God's way&lt;br /&gt;To strengthen and teach us&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate people or things around us&lt;br /&gt;Before they are all gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world does not change it shape&lt;br /&gt;And the sun does not lose its brightness&lt;br /&gt;It's us that change&lt;br /&gt;That cause us to break apart from our loved ones&lt;br /&gt;This is happening&lt;br /&gt;It's imminent, inevitable!&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people say:&lt;br /&gt;People change&lt;br /&gt;Because it's like&lt;br /&gt;A dagger slashing across my heart&lt;br /&gt;Leaving it to bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life,&lt;br /&gt;You can't choose how you want your life to be&lt;br /&gt;Nor you can change it&lt;br /&gt;And you will never know what is going to happen&lt;br /&gt;Only the Lord of the world does&lt;br /&gt;Or you may call it luck&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;Our life is destined!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;Do treasure everyone around you&lt;br /&gt;Start from this very minute&lt;br /&gt;Before they all change&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps yourself&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;People change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8196894877027153647?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8196894877027153647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/04/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8196894877027153647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8196894877027153647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8746434437571869663</id><published>2010-04-08T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:48:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depress</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If my friends are taking advantages of me&lt;br /&gt;I experienced it a couple of times in the past&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me inside&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were history&lt;br /&gt;But were they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing pissed me off recently&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I got lectured by my teachers, my parents&lt;br /&gt;For the things I don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;My dad has some financial problems he didn't want to share&lt;br /&gt;That he doesn't want to buy a schoolbag for me&lt;br /&gt;My mom talks crap&lt;br /&gt;My teacher deduct my e-discipline mark for skipping class&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life, alright??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It pissed me off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;But who can see through me??&lt;br /&gt;I just wondered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8746434437571869663?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8746434437571869663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/04/depress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUe9S9ChI/AAAAAAAAARE/P2aJvw924b8/s1600-h/24988_1306106464667_1590690153_739554_5726142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUe9S9ChI/AAAAAAAAARE/P2aJvw924b8/s320/24988_1306106464667_1590690153_739554_5726142_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418764782144018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5B group photo with ZON TUNDA&lt;/span&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dSfWGgKXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jaQOwoC7KeE/s1600-h/25744_1377782972996_1484529639_973137_2434532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dSfWGgKXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jaQOwoC7KeE/s320/25744_1377782972996_1484529639_973137_2434532_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451416572417550706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Group Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dSWJnKdgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/90PU6GUGAbM/s1600-h/24988_1306104504618_1590690153_739549_6073759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dSWJnKdgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/90PU6GUGAbM/s320/24988_1306104504618_1590690153_739549_6073759_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451416414446056962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shion and I=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dVVlPuWlI/AAAAAAAAARM/3GwRL3Npds8/s1600-h/24988_1306085504143_1590690153_739473_3842312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dVVlPuWlI/AAAAAAAAARM/3GwRL3Npds8/s320/24988_1306085504143_1590690153_739473_3842312_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451419703218952786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Girls XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUEXKHfsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4NqeJ5sPkks/s1600-h/24988_1306112584820_1590690153_739573_4111028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUEXKHfsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4NqeJ5sPkks/s320/24988_1306112584820_1590690153_739573_4111028_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418307867934402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning hard&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dT57_mNII/AAAAAAAAAQU/TOhYztInTcM/s1600-h/24988_1306091824301_1590690153_739493_2762768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dT57_mNII/AAAAAAAAAQU/TOhYztInTcM/s320/24988_1306091824301_1590690153_739493_2762768_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418128777360514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fabio=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dT0MXxViI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qiKh3kjZNjQ/s1600-h/24988_1306091784300_1590690153_739492_816880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dT0MXxViI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qiKh3kjZNjQ/s320/24988_1306091784300_1590690153_739492_816880_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418030094505506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Yap XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUW0W-TgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bEcqHak4BSQ/s1600-h/25744_1377782772991_1484529639_973132_5061649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUW0W-TgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bEcqHak4BSQ/s320/25744_1377782772991_1484529639_973132_5061649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418624944131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lookin' cool??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dT-pklA9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/CaQRtFVIGho/s1600-h/24988_1306117464942_1590690153_739595_5193385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dT-pklA9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/CaQRtFVIGho/s320/24988_1306117464942_1590690153_739595_5193385_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418209731544018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dULWf9zqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/T5DAM3-hRj0/s1600-h/24988_1306101984555_1590690153_739535_1996400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dULWf9zqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/T5DAM3-hRj0/s320/24988_1306101984555_1590690153_739535_1996400_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418427950223010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Committing suicide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUQIViOhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/c8lTWoGI6HA/s1600-h/24988_1306094144359_1590690153_739508_7872844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S6dUQIViOhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/c8lTWoGI6HA/s320/24988_1306094144359_1590690153_739508_7872844_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451418510047722002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;???&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/7302912130924742551-1529770162769289722?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1529770162769289722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1529770162769289722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1529770162769289722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail 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competitor&lt;br /&gt;I also had found out that my skill had again leveled up&lt;br /&gt;Shot some bull's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Awesome=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FLYING COASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn high,&lt;br /&gt;And it had me feelin' like I was about to jump off a building&lt;br /&gt;Like committing suicide&lt;br /&gt;The fun part was that&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like, "shit,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shit, SHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And then we go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was awesome&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2am on that day&lt;br /&gt;And woke up at 6.30am&lt;br /&gt;I was the earliest to sleep&lt;br /&gt;The rest slept at 4 or 5 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Playing cards&lt;br /&gt;Fabian got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rape&lt;/span&gt; and screamed like a girl&lt;br /&gt;As usual&lt;br /&gt;And I witness it all&lt;br /&gt;But don't think something else, okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was not in 3D&lt;br /&gt;Hate the despicable and ugly red queen&lt;br /&gt;But like the eat me, drink me and eat me again part=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn was even better&lt;br /&gt;For it was time for my evil-genius plan&lt;br /&gt;I sneaked out my room&lt;br /&gt;And went to Jia Hui's room&lt;br /&gt;I knew they were still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;They all were!!&lt;br /&gt;"Ding Dong", I pressed the doorbell&lt;br /&gt;And ran like hell&lt;br /&gt;They fell for it&lt;br /&gt;"Ding dong," another time pressing the doorbell&lt;br /&gt;This time, no more running away&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I charged into their room the minute they opened the door&lt;br /&gt;And that time was their greatest &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIGHTMARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui's biggest mistake was to open the door for me&lt;br /&gt;And as the result she ended up couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;For I was really annoying at that time&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the lights and curtains&lt;br /&gt;Remove her pillow and blanket&lt;br /&gt;So annoyed until she went totally insane&lt;br /&gt;And she amused me&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[evil laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim Chee, that dog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[just joking]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told me some horror story&lt;br /&gt;And it freaked me out&lt;br /&gt;Hope I would not get any nightmare tonight&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really an awesome trip&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for those who did not go&lt;br /&gt;They really miss the fun&lt;br /&gt;As for my primary gathering&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone said it was awesome too&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this is God's plan for me&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the great time and fun&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-329248043430736930?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/329248043430736930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/genting-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/329248043430736930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/329248043430736930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/genting-trip.html' title='Genting trip'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3989011771996052533</id><published>2010-03-17T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T04:17:10.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know</title><content type='html'>I did not know&lt;br /&gt;That I drew an art for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And she is still keeping it in her drawer.&lt;br /&gt;As a remembrance of our friendship=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know&lt;br /&gt;That majority of my primary friends are taking a part time job&lt;br /&gt;School in the morning, work at night.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they have to work?&lt;br /&gt;What about their studies?&lt;br /&gt;I dare not ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know&lt;br /&gt;That everyone has changes&lt;br /&gt;Their looks, their behaviour&lt;br /&gt;They changes so much until I couldn't recognize them&lt;br /&gt;Until they tell me who they are.&lt;br /&gt;And I was like: It's you??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know&lt;br /&gt;How much I miss my primary friends&lt;br /&gt;But now I do&lt;br /&gt;I do miss them-- A lot&lt;br /&gt;Not even a thousand words could describe them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3989011771996052533?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3989011771996052533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3989011771996052533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3989011771996052533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-didnt-know.html' title='I didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-1740994351608834511</id><published>2010-03-17T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T05:23:30.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidz</title><content type='html'>I can't help it but to keep smiling to myself whenever there's kids around me.&lt;br /&gt;The world to them seemed like fantasy more than reality&lt;br /&gt;They are curious about what they see,&lt;br /&gt;And innocent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," said a kid, smiling as I half-way was doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why it's always kids that took their first step to approach me. Kids like 6years old and above, or younger. Theoretically, it should be the other way round, as in I should be the one going to them, say hi, and have a lil' conversation, or have fun. Never had I would expect them to do something that most of the contemporary teens would fear. And the great thing is that they are fun to play with, and would never take things seriously. I can't believe that I'm actually saying this but, lil' kids like them taught me something valuable. Something that I would remember for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids I've met these day,&lt;br /&gt;I salute them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-1740994351608834511?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1740994351608834511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/kidz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1740994351608834511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1740994351608834511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/03/kidz.html' title='Kidz'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3016260632086791714</id><published>2010-02-27T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T08:18:57.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S4lEj6XY3gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-Qqu42VJXOg/s1600-h/yu+lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S4lEj6XY3gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-Qqu42VJXOg/s320/yu+lee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442957008407420418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the days and fun we had been through together, and every moment of our friendship is still vivid in my memory...&lt;br /&gt;It has been 5 years... 5 years, and yet I am still searching for you, waiting for the day to meet you again. And now though I manage to find your contact in fb, I'm very much contented. Really!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have the closest friend you ever have in your life, but I just want you to know that you are and will always be a special friend to me=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3016260632086791714?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3016260632086791714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/02/janet-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3016260632086791714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3016260632086791714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/02/janet-lee.html' title='Janet Lee'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S4lEj6XY3gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-Qqu42VJXOg/s72-c/yu+lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3686129615930927363</id><published>2010-02-25T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:48:24.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>All eyes were on me, but none of them was kind enough to lend me a helping hand. My knee was seriously injured after the fall, and part of my jeans was worn out. Blood was oozing out profusely from the wound, and the burning sensation was almost unbearable that I thought I was going to cry. Abruptly, a young man came forward and kneed beside of me. He was rather tall, and was in his orange collared T-shirt, matching his jeans pants. Instinctively, he slipped his hand into his pocket, drew out a clean handkerchief and compressed it on the wound to control the bleeding. Then, he did something out of expectation. He stripped off his clothes as if showing off his muscular body and used it to bandage my wound. I had to admit that he was excelled in it.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There you go," he said, tying the last knot, smiling. Our eyes met, and that was when our relationship started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls feel free to comment. I'm trying to get all the comments I can get. Thanks=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3686129615930927363?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3686129615930927363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3686129615930927363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3686129615930927363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8776341834980250209</id><published>2010-01-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:15:19.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skulduggery Pleasant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S0dKOzBjo1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-0BOzHCKw2g/s1600-h/sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424385894266413906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S0dKOzBjo1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-0BOzHCKw2g/s320/sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently reading the second series of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Skulduggery Pleasant"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it's all about a skeleton detective named Skulduggery Pleasant... Yea, I have to admit that I like detective storybooks like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and storybooks with lots of actions in it... Unfortunately I don't have much time on reading right now, but I will still make time for it somehow=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8776341834980250209?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8776341834980250209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/01/skulduggery-pleasant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8776341834980250209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8776341834980250209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2010/01/skulduggery-pleasant.html' title='Skulduggery Pleasant'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/S0dKOzBjo1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-0BOzHCKw2g/s72-c/sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8415906717530569340</id><published>2009-12-29T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:06:52.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After SPM's plans</title><content type='html'>This time, I'm serious... No more procrastination-- NO MORE!!! And here's what I plan to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn skateboarding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I tried in the past and I ended up bruises all over my knees, so I gave up... But this time, I'mma buy myself skate protection gears which include a skateboarding helmet, a pair of wrist guards, elbow pads, knee pads and gloves at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cool Element Skate Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Bukit Bintang... Of course, and also a skateboard=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take up a part time job in the archery section&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Well, I should have been earning money by now if it wasn't for my parents' disapproval... Perhaps after SPM, hopefullt my parents would let me and I'mma go for it for a month... &lt;em&gt;My objective: Get experience, practice with my aiming, learn and teach at the same time... So cool=]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just hope that everything will turn out smoothly... Otherwise I would have to change plans... And I hate doin' that&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8415906717530569340?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8415906717530569340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-spms-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8415906717530569340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8415906717530569340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-spms-plans.html' title='After SPM&apos;s plans'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-1240859207085586956</id><published>2009-12-25T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:09:20.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Girl part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world most irritating and annoying numbskull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like what Natalie had said before... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't stand her show off and &lt;em&gt;I-want-and-MUST-join-in-the-group&lt;/em&gt; attitude!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I admit that I'm very and damn pissed off with her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just have no idea how unacceptable she is that people would rather commit suicide by jumping down from the top of Mount Everest than to bear a single second with her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because if anyone would,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That person is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAD MEAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's her problem I wonder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if some sort of aliens from outer space had invaded into her mind and manipulated her or something like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeesh&gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-1240859207085586956?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1240859207085586956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-girl-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1240859207085586956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1240859207085586956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-girl-part-ii.html' title='De Girl part II'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2897075433171261041</id><published>2009-12-23T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:43:51.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>My sis and I hanged out at my neighbour's house on the day be4 X'mas eve til' 3am... We played speed racing at Wii and it was damn shock!! Lovin' it=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jac, that pink colour car just knocked my car!!" I said, "and the driver is a lady weh..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Same here... It just bang me&gt;&lt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yerr... Nvm, pay back time!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yea, aim at the pink car..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, lock target 1st..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Kk, then only we jump on that car..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Har?" both my sis and I were stunned, "Jump? How??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Like that" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jac demonstrates with the Wii remote control]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oO..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ke ke jie jie, I saw that pink car... I'll bang it..." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bang the car]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dude, it's red, and that's my car!!" I said &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[sweat~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oops, sorry..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever choose pink racing cars=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found cheat codes via internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Unlimited boost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Super speed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Moon gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play it again... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-2897075433171261041?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2897075433171261041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2897075433171261041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2897075433171261041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3603717357396373750</id><published>2009-12-09T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:53:26.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demigod Files</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sx9sbazJJVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/f37J0XKCUws/s1600-h/{DC7850CE-F2A4-44A1-A4BA-3E025314E071}Img100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413164495428724050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sx9sbazJJVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/f37J0XKCUws/s320/%7BDC7850CE-F2A4-44A1-A4BA-3E025314E071%7DImg100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiming for this book &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series a couple of weeks ago, and they were awesome... Great ending [Percy Jackson dates with Annabeth Chase]=] But that's doesn't mean I'm over with it, instead, I'm still totally obsessed!! Gotta get this book&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3603717357396373750?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3603717357396373750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/demigod-files.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3603717357396373750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3603717357396373750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/12/demigod-files.html' title='Demigod Files'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sx9sbazJJVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/f37J0XKCUws/s72-c/%7BDC7850CE-F2A4-44A1-A4BA-3E025314E071%7DImg100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6697306642729970742</id><published>2009-11-24T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:35:14.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy Jackson Cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2kMnshSGpQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2kMnshSGpQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabeth Chase~ Wow, she's not like what I'd expected... A lil' old' but, she is and will always be my most favourite character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollo~ A god of light and truth indeed... Quite good looking=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprodhite~ One word, beautiful!! Suite you for being the god of love=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athena~ Erm, just an opinion... You should kind of switch role as Medusa&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke~ I thought Luke's supposed to be evil looking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, that's all I can comment... I seriously can't wait for the movie to be on screen on the 12th of Feb 2010... Totally in love with it=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6697306642729970742?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6697306642729970742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/percy-jackson-cast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6697306642729970742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6697306642729970742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/percy-jackson-cast.html' title='Percy Jackson Cast'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-4244107901578593109</id><published>2009-11-22T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:25:07.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SwochQhMhRI/AAAAAAAAANc/tVl89NlVyTI/s1600/percy-jackson-last-olympian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407165660307162386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SwochQhMhRI/AAAAAAAAANc/tVl89NlVyTI/s320/percy-jackson-last-olympian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I'm totally obsessed with Percy Jackson's series... Currently, I have a collection of the 1st~ 4th book, and now I'm longing for the 5th book, which is so-called the last book... I went to the MPH at the Curve, Popular at Metro Prima Jusco and still couldn't buy the book... So my next target is the Popular in 1 utama, hopefully it's not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNAVAILABLE&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading the 3rd book, which is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I ended up with tears welding up at the corner of my eyes... I have to admit that it was my first time crying while reading... Can you just imagine that?? OMG&gt;&lt;&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/7302912130924742551-4244107901578593109?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4244107901578593109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/percy-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4244107901578593109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4244107901578593109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/percy-jackson.html' title='Percy Jackson'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SwochQhMhRI/AAAAAAAAANc/tVl89NlVyTI/s72-c/percy-jackson-last-olympian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5733240046264360884</id><published>2009-11-19T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:43:15.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Gods</title><content type='html'>I wonder since when I get so into Greek Gods? Perhaps it's ever since I read the 4 series storybooks of Percy Jackson... The 1st book, which is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be a motion movie in 12th of Feb 2010... Damn awesome!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aphrodite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Goddess of love, lust, beauty, wife of Hephaestus. Ares is her lover. Eros is her son. Known as the most beautiful of the Greek goddesses. Her symbols are the scepter, myrtle, and dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apollo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God of music, medicine, health, prophecies, poetry, and archery. Also said to be the god of light and truth. Is associated with the sun. Also referred to as the most handsome of the gods. He is Artemis's twin brother, and son of Zeus. His symbols are the bow, lyre, and laurel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God of war, murder and bloodshed. Brother to Athena, and is the son of Zeus. Has an affair with Aphrodite. His symbols are vultures, dogs, boars, and a spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artemis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Goddess of the hunt, wild things, and the moon. Protector of the dewy young. She became associated with the moon. Apollo is her twin brother. Artemis is a virgin goddess. Her symbols are the bow, dogs, and deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Athena &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Goddess of wisdom, warfare, strategy, handicrafts and reason. Sister of Ares, and is the daughter of Zeus. Sprung from Zeus's head in full body armor. She is the wisest of the gods. Her symbols are the aegis, owl, and olive tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Demeter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddess of fertility, agriculture, grain and harvest. Demeter is a daughter of Cronus and Rhea and sister of Zeus. Her symbols are the scepter, torch, and corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionysus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of wine, parties/festivals, madness and merriment. He represents not only the intoxicating power of wine, but also its social and beneficial influences. His symbols are the grape vine, ivy, and thyrsus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God of the underworld and wealth. Brother of Poseidon, Zeus and Hera, and consort to Persephone. His symbols are the bident, the Helm of Darkness, and the three-headed dog, Cerberus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hephaestus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of fire and the forge (god of fire and smiths) with very weak legs. He was thrown off Mount Olympus as a baby by his mother and in some stories his father. He makes armor for the gods and other heroes like Achilles. Son of Hera and Zeus is his father in some accounts. Married to Aphrodite, but she does not love him because he is deformed and, as a result, is cheating on him with Ares. He had a daughter named Pandora. His symbols are an axe, a hammer and a flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Goddess of marriage, women, and childbirth. Zeus' wife and sister. Appears with peacock feathers often. Her symbols are the scepter, diadem, and peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hermes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of flight, thieves, mischief, commerce, and travelers. Messenger of the gods. He showed the way for the dead souls to Hades's realm. He shows up in more myths than any other god or goddess. Likes to trick people and is very inventive. Hermes invented the lyre using a turtle shell and sinew. His symbols are the caduceus and winged boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hestia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddess of the hearth and home, the focal point of every household. Daughter of Rhea and Cronus. Gave up her seat as one of the Twelve Olympians to tend to the sacred flame on Mount Olympus for Dionysus. Her symbol is the hearth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poseidon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God of the sea. He created horses from sea foam. God of earthquakes as well. Also called 'Earth Shaker' and 'Storm Bringer'. His symbols are horses, sea foam, dolphins, and a trident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Zeus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king of the gods, the ruler of Mount Olympus and the god of the sky and thunder. His symbols are the thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-5733240046264360884?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5733240046264360884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/greek-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5733240046264360884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5733240046264360884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/greek-gods.html' title='Greek Gods'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8956826777455740021</id><published>2009-11-16T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:56:07.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Else Would?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Who else would support me and be there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;In my times of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;When not even my parents would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But only to condemn me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8956826777455740021?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8956826777455740021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-else-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8956826777455740021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8956826777455740021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-else-would.html' title='Who Else Would?'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8430543337438486811</id><published>2009-11-05T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:26:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5th Nov 2009, Thurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wow, time flies... I'm 16 today!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great sweet 16 I have this year... Receiving some text from Wendy and Abee during midnight when I was about to doze off... Receiving wishes and presents from my friends, and getting satisfied result... I mean, 80 marks for History? Boy, it's like the best thing that ever happen in my entire life!!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that spoil my mood today is that damn ol' idiotic Pn Siti Liah... I almost get caught by her for being in 4A... That I don't blame her, but scolding my teacher in front of the whole class?? That's just &lt;a href="mailto:*@"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;@*&amp;amp;^%#$*%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; etc. etc.. etc... She's a dude, a total &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D-U-D-E!!!&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I guess this is it for the day... My&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sweet 16=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p.s. can't wait til this Saturday as my mom's gonna take me out for my birthday dinner at the curve... Yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8430543337438486811?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8430543337438486811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8430543337438486811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8430543337438486811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-528771163213401708</id><published>2009-11-03T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:58:06.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;30th October 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9.30 ~ 11.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our [Kelly, Abee, and I] plan, is to play badminton right after the day our exam has finished... So, here's some pic=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEi6tHCiwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4qrH1Q3xZ6k/s1600-h/11259_325049760203_702240203_9648927_1485757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400135820130814722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEi6tHCiwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4qrH1Q3xZ6k/s320/11259_325049760203_702240203_9648927_1485757_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Incoming!!&gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEir5gEjJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/961chyRhXQo/s1600-h/11259_325049675203_702240203_9648916_721992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400135565758991506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEir5gEjJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/961chyRhXQo/s320/11259_325049675203_702240203_9648916_721992_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Can you spot me or Kelly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEimmLB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CAwml07itTQ/s1600-h/11259_325049680203_702240203_9648917_7877073_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400135474671119762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEimmLB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CAwml07itTQ/s320/11259_325049680203_702240203_9648917_7877073_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Smash that birdie, Kel=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEigszc5HI/AAAAAAAAAME/AIwhWQuy4UE/s1600-h/11259_325049720203_702240203_9648923_6972388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400135373372056690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEigszc5HI/AAAAAAAAAME/AIwhWQuy4UE/s320/11259_325049720203_702240203_9648923_6972388_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;2 vs 1... But where's Kel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEiYdb3eeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/c2Y4foFT908/s1600-h/11259_325049780203_702240203_9648931_5776265_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400135231807650274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SvEiYdb3eeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/c2Y4foFT908/s320/11259_325049780203_702240203_9648931_5776265_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Wow, since when we grow that long?&gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-528771163213401708?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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more cheese and raisins for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel nausea,&lt;br /&gt;No more meditation,&lt;br /&gt;And no more criticism from my mom&lt;br /&gt;Who has no inkling of what I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For all those has finally ended&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally new way of studying&lt;br /&gt;That need no brain juice for memorising stuff&lt;br /&gt;But just a deep relaxation&lt;br /&gt;By just a few deep breaths,&lt;br /&gt;And some hard work, and a lil' prayer...&lt;br /&gt;But the fear still dwells in me&lt;br /&gt;For I fear that this new way of studying ain't gonna work,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna help...&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do now is wait,&lt;br /&gt;For the final results...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3255956926265335706?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3255956926265335706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3255956926265335706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3255956926265335706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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Halloween day!! So what are you waiting for? Let's dress up, make up and go trick-or-treat!! Whoo~hoo=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Sleep tight tonight and don't get nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Halloween Day=]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ker Jean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-4932890687736228857?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4932890687736228857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4932890687736228857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Muusz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;17th October 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle John has trapped a lil' creature near his house&lt;br /&gt;For stealing his fruits...&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought it home&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I got a new pet, a 'musang'&lt;br /&gt;And I named it Muusz Muusz&lt;br /&gt;I know, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SWEAT~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of look like a rat,&lt;br /&gt;A cat, a squirrel??&lt;br /&gt;It consumes fruits&lt;br /&gt;But Uncle John says he can live with dog biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;And cat food... &lt;em&gt;[are you aure, Uncle John?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's like the most adorable lil' creature ever!!&lt;br /&gt;But my mom said it's ugly&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, mom&lt;br /&gt;That's just so insulting...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey lil' fellow,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to your new home...&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;And don't cry for losing your mom...&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll take good care of you, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6657371935908183001?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6657371935908183001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-muusz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6657371935908183001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6657371935908183001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-muusz.html' title='Lil&apos; Muusz'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2934549214909651360</id><published>2009-10-15T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:36:21.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you a thousand times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying I don't study much at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you would not believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok fine, whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not online nor update my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you said it is because I spend my time studying at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if you were spying on me&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ask me how was the paper during the exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said it was quite tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you said, "Yea right..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I did study at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But F.Y.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't study from sunrise till sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't study in the class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still hang out, play, online,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"THE BIGGEST LOSER"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc. etc.. etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does nobody ever trust a single word I said??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I really that studious kind of nerd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or just because I get the 1st position in the class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over and over again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAIX~&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-2934549214909651360?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2934549214909651360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/10/haix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2934549214909651360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2934549214909651360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/10/haix.html' title='Haix'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-4723094023729071266</id><published>2009-09-26T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:07:04.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.U.S.I.C'/><title type='text'>Top Music List</title><content type='html'>Get up - Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHLNIdZrVCc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHLNIdZrVCc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWVCKIb-IGI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWVCKIb-IGI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wCky69JHSU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wCky69JHSU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takin' Back My Love - Enrique Iglesias feat Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzwr5LEKT18"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzwr5LEKT18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with you - Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q12_DLlYCgw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q12_DLlYCgw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be With You - Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UELFfcfr32M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UELFfcfr32M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar - Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSeZqEezu_Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSeZqEezu_Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RNB HearMyMusic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGyD4lAIHNs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGyD4lAIHNs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate This Party - The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sU41-5i3EQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sU41-5i3EQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Ever Wanted - Basshunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3CxhBIrBho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3CxhBIrBho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Got A Feeling - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOHGOwbnvTk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOHGOwbnvTk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIs4u_ekrao"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIs4u_ekrao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating On The Club - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuaNnM1bh8A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuaNnM1bh8A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef20RilfoJU"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way I Are - Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWg3IMN_rhU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWg3IMN_rhU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-4723094023729071266?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4723094023729071266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-music-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4723094023729071266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4723094023729071266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-music-list.html' title='Top Music List'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3164341288673333167</id><published>2009-09-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:36:04.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long that I'm desperate to go Home... How I'm glad to meet Pastor Vinnie and all my friends again... Sometimes I would think if this will be my last seeing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the worries and troubles in my mind accumulating, how I wish I could just get rid of them... Getting permission from an anti-christian to go to church, parents nagging about how bad christianity is for half an hour... Urrgghhhhh~&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Transport, I need transport...", or "To lie or not to lie?", or "I need a brilliant plan...", or "Can you please help me to get permission from my mom?" etc. etc. etc... All these thought that I have to put into consideration before getting permission from my parents are killing me!! I'm just so sick about it that I burst into tears in the church... Why can't I be like other christians who can go to church whenever they want to? Why must I go through so many 'obstacles' [my parents] before going to church? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all thanks to my brother for helping me to go to church, well kind of, otherwise I would not get the chance to go Home, would I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3164341288673333167?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3164341288673333167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3164341288673333167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3164341288673333167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5662035411601025599</id><published>2009-09-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:14:39.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>Nightmare etches in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So deeply that I suffer from insomnia&lt;br /&gt;Need almonds with milk?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that would help either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship has ended&lt;br /&gt;Because you force me to&lt;br /&gt;And my stubborn character&lt;br /&gt;Which I could not deny&lt;br /&gt;Now what, genius?&lt;br /&gt;Apologise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past has repeated itself&lt;br /&gt;During my time of unawareness&lt;br /&gt;Until I realise, everything's too late&lt;br /&gt;Too late!!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends,&lt;br /&gt;NEVER ever break your friendship&lt;br /&gt;Or you will be like me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but regret...&lt;br /&gt;We have 1 more year before graduation&lt;br /&gt;So why not bear the pain??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-5662035411601025599?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5662035411601025599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5662035411601025599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5662035411601025599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-4817332390784522379</id><published>2009-09-25T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:52:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.E.T  G.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SryU9DwbcvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/O5eBEaYa3xg/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385343031129633522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 277px; height: 191px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SryU9DwbcvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/O5eBEaYa3xg/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... I wonder how will my sweet 16 end up to be? A day full with happiness, surprise, or a day full with disappointment, depression, anger and dissatisfaction?? I relly doubt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of my friends had thrown a sweet 16 birthday party and had lots of fun, but what about me? I dare not predict, nor imagine, but to let God to do the job... He will know what's best for me, Amen=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-4817332390784522379?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4817332390784522379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4817332390784522379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4817332390784522379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-go.html' title='L.E.T  G.O'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SryU9DwbcvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/O5eBEaYa3xg/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3861577563477445955</id><published>2009-09-24T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:03:13.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SruGMfPeI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BJvUXUAoC3E/s1600-h/motobooks_2070_251253211.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385045328554501106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SruGMfPeI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BJvUXUAoC3E/s320/motobooks_2070_251253211.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven sake, I'm a human, I need to survive... Can't I have this book by now? Why must it always be out of stock?? Gosh&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to &lt;em&gt;SURVIVE&lt;/em&gt; anything, &lt;em&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;/em&gt;... This is a totally amazing book and it can definitely come in handy for people like me who could hardly survive in outdoors... It's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUST-READ-BOOK!!&gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haix~ Perhaps I might be able to get it after my final exam, who knows?? Patient, Ker Jean, you will survive somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3861577563477445955?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3861577563477445955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/desperate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3861577563477445955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3861577563477445955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/desperate.html' title='Desperate'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SruGMfPeI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BJvUXUAoC3E/s72-c/motobooks_2070_251253211.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-4172621801770736561</id><published>2009-09-24T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:58:09.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.U.S.I.C'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWitXo2sgJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWitXo2sgJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LYRIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And we got so blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Repeat chorus (3x)]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-4172621801770736561?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4172621801770736561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4172621801770736561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4172621801770736561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3551202317721422109</id><published>2009-09-17T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:32:58.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hang out at:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Perhaps in Abee's house [just for the ps2]... HAHA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Genting?? [not sure]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Window shopping [maybe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At home:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Read on brainpower newsletter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Think of:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hanging out with friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Making french toast=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Taking a part time job [impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Shoot some arrows??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Watch cinema movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Playing ps2 [Tony Hawk's Proving Ground]=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3551202317721422109?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3551202317721422109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3551202317721422109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3551202317721422109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-plans.html' title='Holiday Plans'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-9135440295525075013</id><published>2009-09-12T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:32:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skateboard??</title><content type='html'>Getting addicted to Tony Hawk's skateboarding games... I know I could never learn to skate, despite trying once, twice, thrice, until I get myself bruises... 1stly is that there's no appropriate place 4 me to skate, and 2ndly, it's not an easy sports... That's why I choose to play skateboarding via PS2... HAHA=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SqvFdUafRLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sOshoF5LmIE/s1600-h/sk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611287310877874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SqvFdUafRLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sOshoF5LmIE/s320/sk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to get the hang with the L3 and R3... But both my analog ain't functioning!!&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SqvFXf5i_2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/6PoPtgUSQI0/s1600-h/CAU1IV6N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611187314720610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SqvFXf5i_2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/6PoPtgUSQI0/s400/CAU1IV6N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best game ever... Gettin' pro in this game=]&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/7302912130924742551-9135440295525075013?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/9135440295525075013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/skateboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/9135440295525075013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/9135440295525075013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/skateboard.html' title='Skateboard??'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SqvFdUafRLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sOshoF5LmIE/s72-c/sk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-1939174858684032511</id><published>2009-09-05T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:45:34.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eq 4 Names??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abeenayah + Fragility = Fragile Bee = Frage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly Ho = Callie = Calleigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ke Juin = Ker Jean = Jean/ Jeans = Billie Jean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-1939174858684032511?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1939174858684032511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/eq-4-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1939174858684032511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1939174858684032511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/eq-4-names.html' title='Eq 4 Names??'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8140967006471307139</id><published>2009-09-05T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:23:34.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;FAITH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's something stronger than love,&lt;br /&gt;Stonger than prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than anything else...&lt;br /&gt;But, where have mine been to?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Ker Jean,&lt;br /&gt;Retrieve the faith you used to have...&lt;br /&gt;Pray, pray harder!!&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do it!!&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8140967006471307139?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8140967006471307139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8140967006471307139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8140967006471307139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8237513599080316105</id><published>2009-08-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:10:38.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My X-classmate</title><content type='html'>It had been 3 years I didn't see her... &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 years...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so not happening, I thought to myself... I'm, actually meeting her again... She still looks the same as the time during primary... Her voice, her smile are still so sweet that nothing could possibly compare to hers... I'm so totally glad to see her!! Really=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was one thing I could not understand was that she didn't behave like she used to, perhaps because she respects me as a friend... She told me she feared that I would speak English in which she could not comprehend, and feared that we might be in a no talking term... She feared that I would be bored with some of her friends hanging out together with, and judging by her look, I can see that she was trying the best she can to keep me companied... But why? Why did she have to do all this for me? Didn't she know that it makes me depressed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anyway, whatever changes you are going through, we will still be friends, close friends... It's a promise we make during primary, don't you remember?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8237513599080316105?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8237513599080316105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-x-classmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8237513599080316105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8237513599080316105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-x-classmate.html' title='My X-classmate'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8127511870486131715</id><published>2009-08-17T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:04:31.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye</title><content type='html'>"Apek sudah berhenti..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaatt?? My coach has resigned from his work? How can this be possible? This is so not happening... There are so much more that I haven't learnt from him, and now he... Haix~ How can this happen to me? Why?? I'm going to lose another good friend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my coach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thanks Apek, for coaching me on archery, and even rock climbing... These are the experiences not all people would have the chance to experience... You are the one who influences me to take up interest in archery, to be brave, to be more sporting... You told me that you would teach me how to play snooker the next time we meet... But I guess I wouldn't get the chance to learn from you anymore, would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We get to know each other in a very unique way, and I wouldn't forget that day... You introduced me to all your friends, and gave me a collection of arrows... We played bowling and had supper together after work... I'm really going to miss those days&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know if we will have the chance to meet again... But I'll continue to practice on my aiming, which is my weakness... I will take a part time job in the archery section during the year end holiday and I know I'll soon be a pro after some intense training... I will be like you someday, Apek, and this I promise you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8127511870486131715?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8127511870486131715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8127511870486131715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8127511870486131715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2571606560380411081</id><published>2009-08-11T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:32:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;10th August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dai ah ko, Jia Shim=]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-2571606560380411081?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2571606560380411081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2571606560380411081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2571606560380411081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6217964057226561863</id><published>2009-08-09T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:22:03.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonant Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I would never want the past to repeat itself"&lt;/strong&gt; I promised myself... Perhaps I was over confident, too confident that I did not realize that it happened again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The incidence took place like centuries ago, but it entrenched in my mind so firmly that I could hardly forget about it... Even if I managed to, it wouldn't let the go of me... It just hurt so badly that I would not want to mention about it... I thought time could heal everything, but I guess not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'd experienced so much that not all people would have the opportunity to experience... I'd seen so much that you could possibly imagine... I'd learned so much that are apart from the school syllabus that helped me boost self- confident... But, if I could turn back time, I would let everything go... Cuz, I'd lose a friend&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes, it's better to remain as friends than being partner... But I took the wrong path being one of her team members... Disagreement occured, and in the end I hurt that friend of mine so badly that she cried quite a number of times [from what my friends had told me]... I broke the bridge that tied our friendship together, leaving a massive gap, and I allowed my emotions to take control over me... This should not be happening, but I guess it's too late to change now, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6217964057226561863?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6217964057226561863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/resonant-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6217964057226561863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6217964057226561863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/resonant-past.html' title='Resonant Past'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-1074928160907869732</id><published>2009-08-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:21:03.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can??!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm never a good bro... I never am!! Although it has been a year hanging out with you, I still don't know when your birthday is, and even if I do, I don't know what to get you for your birthday!! I don't know what are the things you like and what are the things you don't... I don't know what to write when I am given a birthday card to write on... I'm such a pathetic, I know... How I wish I could just turn back time to get to know you better, if only I could have the chance... But I guess everything is too late now... Sorry dai ah ko~ &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FORGIVE ME&gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-1074928160907869732?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1074928160907869732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1074928160907869732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1074928160907869732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-can.html' title='How can??!'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5966446689346878601</id><published>2009-07-24T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:45:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;E--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B-------------------------- &lt;strong&gt;Yeah,&lt;/strong&gt; -----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;G------------------ &lt;strong&gt;I just got level up&lt;/strong&gt; ----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D----------------------- &lt;strong&gt;to Grade 2!!&lt;/strong&gt; -------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A---------------------&lt;strong&gt;Isn't that cool??&lt;/strong&gt;-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-5966446689346878601?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5966446689346878601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/07/gred-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5966446689346878601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5966446689346878601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/07/gred-2.html' title='Grade 2'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5875038237526244449</id><published>2009-07-09T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:25:13.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pik Yin: I'm sorry, KJ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KJ: Huh? Why r u sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pik Yin: I know how u've suffered... And I'm sorry that I didn't go for the Camp Intergration with u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KJ: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pik Yin: I should've gone with you, to suffer together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Pik Yin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For understanding my heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm troubled for so long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fearing that no one would believe me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now my worries have fade away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm relief,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I guess my instinct is right after all!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-5875038237526244449?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5875038237526244449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/07/apologize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5875038237526244449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5875038237526244449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/07/apologize.html' title='Apologize~'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-530142538430404491</id><published>2009-07-02T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:27:35.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Smart~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all readers:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Read With Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to What You Are Reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Slows You Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead, Read With Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Your&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Index Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's The Secret Behind It...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Crazy Bro KJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-530142538430404491?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/530142538430404491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/07/read-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/530142538430404491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/530142538430404491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/07/read-fast.html' title='Read Smart~'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-4257075602897478373</id><published>2009-06-21T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:04:19.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sg Bil</title><content type='html'>It was a Sunday morning when my family and I departed to Sg Bil for a one day trip camp with the convoy team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My good sister who I bully..." said Nicole, and she gave me a hug... Awwww, how sweet~ so I piggy back her and that was when Tasha ran towards me... Both wanted me to piggy back them, and how I wish I was strong enough to carry them both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time havin' fun in the river... I spent most of the time carrying Tasha in the river... Rocks became slides, and I was the ladder for them to climb onto the rocks... I injured my hand when I was givin' Nicole a push, but I had to admit that the cut was indeed memorable=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being pushed into the river out of the blue, punched, pinched etc. etc, because they make my day filled with joy and laughter... And, I realise that I really do miss them after the trip to phuket... Believe it or not, but, really!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-4257075602897478373?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4257075602897478373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/06/sg-bil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4257075602897478373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4257075602897478373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/06/sg-bil.html' title='Sg Bil'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-503740812367921489</id><published>2009-06-12T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:05:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overland 2 Phuket</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;31st~ 4th of June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled 18 hours to reach Phuket&lt;br /&gt;Tiring&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But the BBQ dinner was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' it=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went snorkelling in XXX island n Monkey island...&lt;br /&gt;Almost die in the sea of Monkey island&lt;br /&gt;Muscle cramped while swimming n snorkelling ashore... S.O.S&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Being rescued&lt;br /&gt;Kind of embarrasing, but I get to ride a conoe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited a few islands on a ferry,&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the alpha teams had sea-sicked...&lt;br /&gt;Some vomitted...&lt;br /&gt;Eewwww~&lt;br /&gt;But I slept at the back the ferry&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened to me, til I reached back to Kris Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Havin' after effect&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shooting...&lt;br /&gt;It was like takin' a candy from a baby&lt;br /&gt;Holding a long gun&lt;br /&gt;Aim and shoot&lt;br /&gt;I score 80% for 10 shots!!&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being bullied by Natalie,&lt;br /&gt;A devil with a fork&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysitted Nicole, but mostly Natasha&lt;br /&gt;"I want piggy back race~"&lt;br /&gt;So I have to piggyback Tasha&lt;br /&gt;My sis piggyback Nicole&lt;br /&gt;And the race began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha's toe was injured,&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding so profusely that she cried&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But she stopped weeping when she saw me&lt;br /&gt;And pulled me close to her&lt;br /&gt;She wants me...&lt;br /&gt;Awwww~&lt;br /&gt;Nicole cheered her up by buying ice-cream for her&lt;br /&gt;And she shared it with me&lt;br /&gt;After her toe was bandaged, I carried her to Uncle Christine's car=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Simon Cabaret,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the aqua are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't believe they were men&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, it's an amazing trip=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-503740812367921489?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/503740812367921489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/06/overland-2-phuket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/503740812367921489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/503740812367921489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/06/overland-2-phuket.html' title='Overland 2 Phuket'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6849355241496752541</id><published>2009-06-04T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:47:42.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Alpha Bravo, is the convoy intact? Over..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Affirmative... Convoy intact..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Roger that..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet the Alpha team n my friends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343752211038810034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijSUtKtL7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lsa5iGcDFj0/s320/Picture+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Christine aka Alpha Bravo... Nice post!!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746099153933618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijMw8nzFTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aOxB3bmWuJg/s320/Picture+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Daniel aka Alpha Delta... Looking cool??&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746473057413346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijNGthVaOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/COPwy0CU8DM/s320/Picture+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Dad aka Alpha Romeo... Hey dad, havin' sea sicked??&gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijN5tByKHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fJtRUJihzZM/s1600-h/Picture+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343747349098408050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijN5tByKHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fJtRUJihzZM/s320/Picture+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natasha and Nicole... They look so cute and innocent...&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijNvcvlpSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/996GEfGh1XE/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343747172928431394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijNvcvlpSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/996GEfGh1XE/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Nicole, smile=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijNhh3MgiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OiiZ6hdZ3HY/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746933784347170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijNhh3MgiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OiiZ6hdZ3HY/s320/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natasha/Tasha and I =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijNVoOAkiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oQED07_aEEQ/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746729332216354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijNVoOAkiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oQED07_aEEQ/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie, I wonder where your evil smile has gone to??&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well of course, that's not all of the alpha members... There's a lot more but... Anyway, that's all for the Alpha Team... No issue~ Haha~&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/7302912130924742551-6849355241496752541?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6849355241496752541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/06/alpha-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6849355241496752541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6849355241496752541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/06/alpha-team.html' title='Alpha Team'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SijSUtKtL7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lsa5iGcDFj0/s72-c/Picture+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7398061737447221861</id><published>2009-05-26T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:46:10.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race Season 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4DapkHezrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4DapkHezrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I rather quit the competition than trusting you..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 40 yrs old, and not all moms would want to take this opportunity in taking part in this race..."&lt;br /&gt;"We have to take the risk..."&lt;br /&gt;"My sixth sense told me not to trust them, so don't!! They are trying to trick us..."&lt;br /&gt;"Life is too short..."&lt;br /&gt;"Just chill, alright? And I'm sorry, Pam, I know I'm a stupid driver..."&lt;br /&gt;"Adrain has proved to himself that nothing is impossible, even being a handicap is just a thought..."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you get it? If we were to be eliminated just because I can't drive this stupid car, the only person who's going to kill me, is myself!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etc. etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so much just by watching this amazing race... I've learned so much about friendships, strategies etc.. etc... It's really worth watching~ It was pretty depressing that Natalie and Paula got eliminated, I like them... Anyway, congrats to Adrain and Collin for being the champ, Pamela and Vanessa for being the second, and Marc and Rovilson for being the third...^^ &lt;strong&gt;Amazing Race Rocks!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-7398061737447221861?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7398061737447221861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-race-season-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7398061737447221861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7398061737447221861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-race-season-2.html' title='Amazing Race Season 2'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2325269648803579915</id><published>2009-05-22T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:08:44.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.U.S.I.C'/><title type='text'>What dreams are made of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/PcuYq_R559Y&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/PcuYq_R559Y&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=190184&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/lizzie_mcguire/' target='_blank'&gt;Lizzie Mcguire lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/lizzie_mcguire/hilary_duff_what_dreams_are_made_of.html' target='_blank'&gt;Hilary Duff - What Dreams Are Made Of lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song from the Lizzie Mcguire movie... I know it's quite an old movie, but I still love the song~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-2325269648803579915?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2325269648803579915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-dreams-are-made-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2325269648803579915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2325269648803579915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-dreams-are-made-of.html' title='What dreams are made of'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6681859249735001626</id><published>2009-05-19T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:25:53.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why... It's never good being the 1st as what I'd ever imagined...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't studied..." I told my friends&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right... Talk to the HANDS!!!" my friends responded in unison...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the case, and I hate it... And guess what? The worse is yet to come, and that's when I'll be getting back my results with all the red ink... I know it, I know that I did really really bad this time... I made tons of tons of mistakes, and that contains about 20 marks... That's because you just can't have one of them wrong otherwise the entire section will go wrong, and that's my mistake! And i didn't make mistake for one particular paper, instead, I made mistake for every paper!!!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mom when it comes to announcing my result... Her expectation is higher ever since I got the 1st position in my class... I hate it!! I just want to do my best and compete with myself, not A class's students... I'm not the nerdy nerd type, FYI, I'm not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of making mistakes, losing marks, getting nag by my mom... I just can't take it anymore!! It's all my fault of not surrendering them to God at the 1st place... I just don't have the faith to believe that I'll do well in my next paper... I don't have confidence in myself anymore, and I wonder where have they gone to? I need them back.... Father, I surrender... I need You~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6681859249735001626?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6681859249735001626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6681859249735001626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6681859249735001626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3892092361496806231</id><published>2009-05-15T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:58:08.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;English Paper 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Section B- Continuous Writing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title : Begin your story with, "I was not sure why, but she stopped talking to me..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was not sure why, but she stopped talking to me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Seth and I'm a college student. My ritual routine was dreading my feet back home from school under the sun-drenched afternoon to take care of my little brother. Everything seemed never the Garden of Eden ever since my parents had abandoned us for no explicable reason, and I was raged with anger for their selfishness. However, everything seemed to turn different since the day I met her, Janet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'd like to hear you play," I volunteered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's settled then," she said as she pushed herself towards the piano, pulling me along with her and I was sat on the bench beside of her. She gave me a warm smile, accentuating her tiny dimples before turning to the keyboard, and started playing. The rhythm and melody of the music went with the flow as she her hand swiftly playing the piano. I was totally inspired by the music that it was incredulously unbelievable that it was only played with a set of hand. After she had finished playing, she will teach me some of the notes, and that was how we spents our days together. Little did I know that these days would not last, and little did I know that this will be my last time listening to the music played by the most wonderful girl in the entire world, until...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a late midnight when I trudged into my room and collapsed on my bed. Rain fell like tiny fingers tapping on the windowpane. I stared at the celling, with my head resting on my pillow, feeling bored. Abruptly, my mobile phone buzzed and I instinctively reached for it. It was from Janet! I was so delighted that she would call at a moment when I almost get bored to death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, Janet" I called as I answered the call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"W-why Seth," She sobbed, "Why are you doing this to me? I thought you were my friend?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling confused, "What happened?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"J-just leave me alone start from now," still sobbing as she continued, "I'm so tired..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But wait--" I paused as the line was being cut off. My mind was nothing but confused, perplexed. The way she cried had had my heart shattered into thousand of pieces, as if being penetrated by a sword. What does she mean? I thought to myself, what have I done wrong? Thunder striked like a fork and the rain began to accelerate. I tried a number of times calling her, but I failed, and that was the end for both of us, without an explanation, without knowing the reason why....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, this is what I've wrote in the exam... Actually, I thought of writing and elaborate more to achieve the number of words of 500++, but unfortunately enough I didn't have the time to do so... I don't think I write it very well, but please do give some comments, k? Thx~^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3892092361496806231?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3892092361496806231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3892092361496806231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3892092361496806231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-1957090432275670055</id><published>2009-05-08T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:19:39.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Icing Chocolate Cookies</title><content type='html'>Mother's day is just around the corner... What shall I do? I thought to myself... Thinking, thinking hard, thinking harder.... Aha!! Here's my final plan, baking~ WAHAHAHA!! [evil laugh] Lol&gt;&lt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;125g butter&lt;br /&gt;150g soft brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;180g plain flour&lt;br /&gt;20g cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;1 egg- grade A [beaten]&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;3 egg white&lt;br /&gt;120g icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;50g caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. combine ingredients A and B together in a mixer. Blend well, add in ingredient C to mix into a dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Blend D together in a mixer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Bake no. 1 in a preheated oven at 170'C for 10-15 minutes. Cool and store in airtight jars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Decorating time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-1957090432275670055?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1957090432275670055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/icing-chocolate-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1957090432275670055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1957090432275670055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/icing-chocolate-cookies.html' title='Icing Chocolate Cookies'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-547531312028729872</id><published>2009-05-06T22:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:17:52.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To Melvin:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Melvin koko, when are you coming back? When can you bring my sis and I to watch movie with tai tai and ling jie jie like old days? I really miss those days, especially when I see my friends hanging out with their cousins... I miss those laughter and fun we had together and I want it to happen again... I wanna hang out with you guys...&gt;&lt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From : Crazy Bro KJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Jac:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Jac, it's me!! How are you and how's school life in Chong Hua? I bet it's pretty tough, but I know you can handle it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wanna play with you, cuz you are my best childhood friend, but when? We had so much fun especially the time when we hang out in Genting Highland... It's like the coolest time ever!!^^ Hope that we can get to play together again..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From : Crazy Bro KJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my Lovely Bro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dai ah ko, how are you? When are you coming back to play with me? I don't know why I can't help myself thinking about you when I'm in st john meeting or whatever regarding st john, and it's very suffering... I don't know what to do!!&gt;&lt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I hope you have adapted to your new school... Best wish from me to you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From : Crazy Bro KJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-547531312028729872?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/547531312028729872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/547531312028729872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/547531312028729872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter.html' title='Letter'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-4840455382980736601</id><published>2009-05-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:37:31.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3Ns</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Natalie~ the evil one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole~ the cute one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha~ the innocent one...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, it's just a day spending time with them shopping in Pavilion, alone... Plus, they are just kids!! But everything just turned upside down!! Lol&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Auntie", that's what their father, Uncle CHRISTINE will call us, "Take good care of them, especially Natasha... she loves to run..." but unfortunately enough, my sis and I ended up running and chasing after them...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you were entangled, being pulled by two kids, backward, and another one kept hitting your butt like nobody's bussiness...&gt;&lt; That's just, I don't know how describe them... Cute but evil, playful but rough... "Attack!!" shouted Nicole, as she ambushed me and hit my butt, as usual, leaving me falling, lying flat on the floor, with people staring at me... I swear, it wasn't my fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have peace after coming out from the toilet... After washing my hands, I accidentally splashed water on Natalie... Oops, I forgot, she's the evil one! And there was her evil looking, penetrating, monsterous eyes gazing at me... Oh no, she's definitely gonna take her revenge, I thought to myself, and I was right!! She was going to, but I ran before she could get me... And guess what? I ran as fast as my legs can carry me as was being chased, like cat and mouse, by the evil one until my sis had to grab the hold of her... Thank god that my sis was there to help me!! Pheww~&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha was the youngest and also the sweetest among her sisters, except that she's so restless that I had to run with her up and down the escalator.... "Jump on the white tiles," said Natasha, "If not you lose..." so, I had to jump and hop with her, just like what I did when I was at her age... I was so exhausted and yet, she was still that energetic... Aaawww, how cute!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all about the 3Ns~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-4840455382980736601?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4840455382980736601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/3ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4840455382980736601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4840455382980736601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/05/3ns.html' title='The 3Ns'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2643666278739652933</id><published>2009-04-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:56:30.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.U.S.I.C'/><title type='text'>I Hate This Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sU41-5i3EQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sU41-5i3EQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Pussycat dolls:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nicole Scherzinger&lt;br /&gt;~ Melody Thornton&lt;br /&gt;~ Ashley Roberts&lt;br /&gt;~ Kimberly Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;~ Jessica Sutta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-2643666278739652933?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2643666278739652933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2643666278739652933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2643666278739652933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this-part.html' title='I Hate This Part'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8223085191398536587</id><published>2009-04-30T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:55:56.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of the competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SfvuBipeR2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2i1CbMOFrdg/s1600-h/sjamlogo2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331116294171150178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SfvuBipeR2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2i1CbMOFrdg/s320/sjamlogo2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of the 1st aid competition:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Home nursing&lt;br /&gt;2. Short case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, my first time waking up at 4 in the morning... This is so suffering!!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home nursing was a total havoc, cuz I had no inkling of how and what to do!! I was doing things with trembling hands as I was lack of confidence and faith!! "God, help me", I prayed... But thank god Li Chih was always there to tell us jokes when we were being quarantined and gave us all the encouragement we needed...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that I was fully alert for short case, despite the make up of the open fracture, as in the bone protrude out from the skin, and other injuries... They looked so real and scary at the same time!! Well, I was in-charged in calling the ambulance and checking the lower limbs with No.4, who is Pik Yin... Everything seemed to be on my finger tips except that I was having problems with the stretcher... How in the world do you get this thing right? I thought to myself, it's damn freaking hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to pass so fast that it was finally over, which is 5pm... And the result was out, we had lost... But it doesn't matter, I'm satisfied and happy with myself... I've won!! I've achieved my greatest victory ever... I knew I'd passed god's test, I knew it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8223085191398536587?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8223085191398536587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-day-of-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8223085191398536587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8223085191398536587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-day-of-competition.html' title='2nd day of the competition'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SfvuBipeR2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2i1CbMOFrdg/s72-c/sjamlogo2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5361987624976009110</id><published>2009-04-30T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:47:36.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Aid Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;25th April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of the competition:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Uniform Inspection&lt;br /&gt;2. Marching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed in my hard collar, buttoned uniform to school with a big black rubbish bag, [actually, it's my st john full U for the uniform inspection]... I thought everything was going smoothly, until my team manager, Li Chih checked my uniform... Oh no, my mom had ironed it wrongly!! Oh god, this is so not good, but thank god that I'm not the only 1, so the entire team, 12 of us had to go to ban keng's house to get things right...&gt;&lt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Ban Keng's house...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taught to tie shoe laces, yea you heard me, SHOE LACES... Brian had to wash our uniform to get rid of stains and as for Li Chih, she helped us with our hair as we had to make sure that our hair is 100% neat and tidy, thus we had to wash our hair and redo it!! Our hair is all combed up with 'gallons' of gels and hairspray... And you will never believe when I say that we girls turned up to have the most ugliest and horrible hairstyles in the entire world!!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chong Hua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where the competition was held... There were 18 team and by just drawing lot, it's like the most 'fortunate' day ever for us... Guess what? We got the last, which is NCP3... Sweat~&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ke Ke Jie Jie", called my neighbour as she ran towards me... Oh no, not now... Not at a moment like this, but I'm glad that she came looking for me in this gigantic school... And within a minute, the competition started, so we had to fall in under the blazing sun... We were the NCP3 group, and together we had to stand under the sun for approximately 1 hour, which was the longest time compared to other teams... Lol&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, same goes for marching... We had to wait, wait, and wait.... The worst part was, we were quarantined in a so-called quarantine room... Other than that, everthing went well and the 1st day of competition ends at 7pm... So tired...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331113859874319138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sfvrz2L4ayI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aza1_c95IAM/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hour of Uniform Inspection...&gt;&lt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-5361987624976009110?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5361987624976009110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-aid-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5361987624976009110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5361987624976009110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-aid-competition.html' title='1st Aid Competition'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sfvrz2L4ayI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aza1_c95IAM/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5518954020673546131</id><published>2009-04-29T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:05:19.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HM</title><content type='html'>I could not supress the frustration in me any longer, and I ended up bursting into tears, when I was supposed to change for the stupid practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not noticing where I was, I heard a familiar voice asking me, "Why are you crying?"... I turned around, and saw my principle standing behind of me... And that was when I was brought into the principle's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her my problems and this was what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were you, I wouldn't quit... This is a training ground which God is training your EQ... You must not give up but to overcome your feelings... Let everything go and go for your practice with an open heart... And once the competition is over, it will be your greatest victory..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-5518954020673546131?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5518954020673546131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5518954020673546131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5518954020673546131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hm.html' title='HM'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-464995372926393195</id><published>2009-04-16T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:49:22.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only I could turn back T-I-M-E...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would spend more time with you,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Segi5IMBWCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HpsvMS55zfs/s1600-h/CAQ3UF6T.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that I can get to know you more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would learn to let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that you can be free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would settle any disagreement with you face-to-face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that we can reconcile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would listen to your explanations,&lt;br /&gt;so that I wouldn't misunderstand you...&lt;br /&gt;I would be there for you at all times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that, you will know how truthful i am to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Bro KJ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-464995372926393195?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/464995372926393195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/464995372926393195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/464995372926393195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-back-time.html' title='Turn Back Time'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3975822088134830606</id><published>2009-04-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:20:41.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wonder...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm bored?&lt;br /&gt;Will you make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;What if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still want to be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm the one who will be there for you when you are feelin' blue?&lt;br /&gt;Will you appreciate me?&lt;br /&gt;What if I need you?&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me? &lt;br /&gt;What if we depart?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;What if I break your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;What if I change?&lt;br /&gt;Will you accept me for who I am?&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Bro KJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3975822088134830606?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3975822088134830606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3975822088134830606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3975822088134830606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8805925980594953792</id><published>2009-04-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:51:31.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Voice</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure and don't even know who I am anymore...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on my bed with my blanket on, staring blankly at the ceiling, reminiscing about the past... My past wasn't perfect, rather, it's a mixture of all kinds of feelings... Failure, success, bitterness, sadness, happiness, surprise, anxious, melancholy, worries etc. etc... I've tried and taste them all, so what could hurt me more? Even there was one time my heart was penetrated with frustration, leaving it to bleed and scars were all over it!! Life seems so complicated, so so complicated...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then reminisced about an incident which is happening right now, something between ZY and I... Anger and frustration began to fill in every gap of my nerves, every cavity of my body... What have I done wrong? I think to myself... Why am i being treated like this? Why?&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears began to weld in my eyes, and instictively I prayed, "I'm sorry God, I don't know who I am anymore, I don't behave like you, and I just can't help it... God, help me..." And within a minute, I began to hear something spiritually from my heart, saying:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KJ, you don't want to make the same mistake like what you did to your lovely bro, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;"You told her that you wouldn't ignore her, but where have your words gone to?"&lt;br /&gt;"KJ, you have tolerated her for 4 months, why not tolerate for 2 more years?"&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive her, and I'll forgive you..."&lt;br /&gt;"She's your brother too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger in me subsided... What am I supposed to do now? What have I turned to? Oh god, I thank You that you have spoken to me, I know it's You!! Father Lord Jesus, help me, I'm so lost... L-O-S-T!!&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8805925980594953792?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8805925980594953792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/inner-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8805925980594953792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8805925980594953792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/inner-voice.html' title='Inner Voice'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-436118983545756621</id><published>2009-04-09T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:08:39.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thx Yen Ping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chan Yen Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top students of SMKTBM... Everyone knows it!! But that's not just all, she's good in almost everything!! Academic wise is 1, she's good in music, both guitar and piano... She's also smart, intelligent, friendly, playful, especially with those guys from 3A last year [2008], teacher's pet etc. etc... She's just perfect in my eyes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm never jealous of her, instead, i like her a lot! Well, i like her not because she's perfect, but because she accepts me for who i am!! She always there for me and will pray for me when I'm in times of trouble... She never abandon me, not even once!! We used to share our problems and about god during recess too... She's the perfect friend to have, and I'm lucky to have her as a friend...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sd7n0lIvdNI/AAAAAAAAADk/i1SiLBuuw_M/s1600-h/c+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322946700106495186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sd7n0lIvdNI/AAAAAAAAADk/i1SiLBuuw_M/s320/c+guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what? I've just borrowed a classical guitar from her, cuz mine is an acoustic guitar, so the strings are labour for my fingers... Lol~ Anyway, i really appreciate what you have done for me, Yen Ping... Thanks!!^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-436118983545756621?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/436118983545756621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/thx-yen-ping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/436118983545756621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/436118983545756621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/04/thx-yen-ping.html' title='Thx Yen Ping'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sd7n0lIvdNI/AAAAAAAAADk/i1SiLBuuw_M/s72-c/c+guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3558052302755299078</id><published>2009-03-19T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:56:30.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.U.S.I.C'/><title type='text'>Ciara- Get Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWVCKIb-IGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWVCKIb-IGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm have to admit that i'm totally in love with Ciara... Check out her moves!! She's the best!!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-3558052302755299078?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3558052302755299078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/ciara-get-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3558052302755299078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3558052302755299078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/ciara-get-up.html' title='Ciara- Get Up'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7376992507385514195</id><published>2009-03-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:24:39.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>I know my guardian angel is somewhere near me, but where? And most importantly, who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure what subject i was having at that time... All i know that i was daydreaming in the class, with my new classmate, Abee and Kelly sitting next to me... Can't time get any faster? I thought to myself, I'm so bored...&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know Shannae [also my new classmate], came in until she put something on my table... It was a paperbag with words like 'I love bear, just for you' on it... What in the world? I thought, who is this for? I said nothing but stared at her... "It's from your guardian angel" she said, as if she can actually read my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dumbfounded at fisrt, but i managed to utter some words... "W-what?" i asked incredulously, for i just can't believe what i've just heard... "It's for me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yea, there's your name on it..." she replied, and she went to her seat with Divyaa, which is at the way back from mine... I looked at the paperbag, and i found a small notes sticking on it, and my name and my class, 4B were on it! It's for me after all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whom is it from?" asked Abee, but i made no reply, as if i didn't hear any of her words... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whom is it from?" she asked again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't know..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who's your guardian angel?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't know..."Lol&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just looked at Abee, she must be thinking that i was insane, but she just smiled at me... I opened my present the minute after i bath, i was just so excited!! And guess what? It was a chocolate chip muffin and an ornament saying 'My Heart Belongs to Jesus...', this was like totally awesome! The muffin was so delicious and the ornament was so meaningful, i love it!! But, i gotta hide it before my mom sees it... Yikes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbuhZObQYlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EOMnf_e3oms/s1600-h/chocolate+chip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313017640154849874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbuhZObQYlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EOMnf_e3oms/s320/chocolate+chip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my Guardian Angel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever you are, whoever you are, i know you are somewhere near me, and guarding me... and thanks for your present, I really appreciate it!! I'll always remember that my heart belongs to Jesus... Amen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-7376992507385514195?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7376992507385514195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-guardian-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7376992507385514195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7376992507385514195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-guardian-angel.html' title='My Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbuhZObQYlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EOMnf_e3oms/s72-c/chocolate+chip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5148672496418319579</id><published>2009-03-13T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T05:32:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sbp1RFpKfjI/AAAAAAAAABg/s2gfH2PPKFU/s1600-h/IMG_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312687646869978674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sbp1RFpKfjI/AAAAAAAAABg/s2gfH2PPKFU/s320/IMG_0665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey, it's me, it's you!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great childhood time, especially when it comes to having fun with one of my closest childhood friend, Jacqualine Tin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember there was one time we went to Genting Highland for a concert... What a coincidence that both our families went and stayed overnight there too, except that they stayed overnight for 1 night whereas we stayed for 2 nights!! That was how we ended up sleeping in the same room...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also the day we met Wendyand her cousin, Ashley!! So after the concert, we hang out in Wendy's room full with laughter, chattering etc. etc... Ashley kind of reminded me of my ex schoolmate, Teck Wee, so I kind of like her... Anyway, before we hang out in her room, we did intend to play some pranks on Wendy, and we called ourselves "The Pink Panther Club"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ke Ke Jie Jie, you go and press the doorbell, and then you rushed to us..." planned Jac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Me?" i asked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll hide here, Jac will hide there," pointing to a corner, "and you will hide there..."said my sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gulped "Alright, here goes nothing..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there i went... Sweat was flowing from my forehead down to my chin, but i managed to press the doorbell and rushed to my so-called secret hideout... Ke Ke Jie Jie, faster!! I heard Jac was whispering in excitement, so was my sis... Thank god i managed to make it before the door opened!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We struggled giggling, we wanted to burst out laughing, but we couldn't!! "Ke Juin... Ke Juin?" i heard someone was calling from the door, but i made no reply... Wait, that's strange, i thought to myself... That's not Wendy's voice, that's her mom's!! Oh no, not good, we thought... And so our plan had failed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met a lot of superstars when we went into the wrong lift... Unfortunately, they were too busy, so we continued to hang out, although it was late midnight... We were quite bored, until we saw Jac talking to a stranger... Wait, that's no stranger, that's one of the hong kong superstar!! Oh my god!! and quickly we snapped a few photos with him... Wasn't that great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in cloud nine on the way back to the hotel, before that, we went to wake one of my cousin up... "Melvin koko," pressing the doorbell, "wake up!!!" and the doorbell went DING DONG, DING DONG..... as he finally woke up, we showed him the photo we had snapped, he was dumbfounded!!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 4 in the morning when we finally went back to our hotel... 4 in the morning? gosh, i thought... so we set alarm and went to bed... Lol&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sbp0cBMBHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/E8gsqIN2WKo/s1600-h/IMG_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312686735140920674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sbp0cBMBHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/E8gsqIN2WKo/s320/IMG_0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"BECAUSE OF YOU, I NEVER STRAY TOO FAR FROM THE SIDEWALK......." was our alarm, it was so irritating and it was 6 in the morning? What? 2 hours already? i thought... Great, we had only slept for 2 hours!! And now it's breakfast time, just like we had planned last night... Well, and the day continued, we went to Snow world with Wendy etc. etc..... It was the most wonderful time of my life!!^^&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/7302912130924742551-5148672496418319579?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5148672496418319579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-childhood-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5148672496418319579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5148672496418319579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-childhood-friend.html' title='My Childhood friend'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/Sbp1RFpKfjI/AAAAAAAAABg/s2gfH2PPKFU/s72-c/IMG_0665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2746437388311230886</id><published>2009-03-13T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:03:28.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustic Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbopsRxQKsI/AAAAAAAAABI/1sKrUxngCUY/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312604551097887426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbopsRxQKsI/AAAAAAAAABI/1sKrUxngCUY/s320/guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbolL_JER7I/AAAAAAAAABA/VTjx37SQj2U/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've started learning acoustic guitar right after PMR... I thought it was a piece of cake, but i was wrong, way too wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first tutor's name is Mr Lim Zi Ying... Zi Ying, isn't that a girl's name? No offend but, it's weird to have it as a guy's name indeed, cuz i have a girl friend who has this name too!! Hehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, i'm going to learn my fisrt song after all the hard work preesing and getting hang of some of the common chords, like the C, G, G7, Dm chord etc etc... and it's a song from jay chou called 'qing tian'... It sounds pretty good the first time i heard my tutor played despite i never heard of this song... The second time i heard this song was from my lovely bro's mobile phone and hey, i was getting inspired by the song!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me approximately about a month to get used to this teacher, and it took me quite a while to get the hang of the plucking of the song... And when i managed to get the hang of it, i received a bad news saying that my guitar tutor has found a full-time job, so i had Hobson's choice but to change my guitar tutor, and he's also a guy called Richard...&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"C chord and G chord...." wow, this guy is fast!! Gotta catch up with him, especially his speed... Haix~ Well, at least he gains more experience than the one before... Lol&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, I've met a new friend too!! Her name is Hui Yin and she learned piano instead... Her lesson ends before mine, so sometimes i will get to hear her play piano whenever i go to the music centre early, and i like it a lot!! The songs she plays are very sentimental... Judging by the notes and all, i think she's quite excelled in piano, if i'm not mistaken...^^&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/7302912130924742551-2746437388311230886?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2746437388311230886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/acoustic-guitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2746437388311230886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2746437388311230886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/acoustic-guitar.html' title='Acoustic Guitar'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbopsRxQKsI/AAAAAAAAABI/1sKrUxngCUY/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-76563618642154852</id><published>2009-03-13T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:39:55.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"10 more mintues..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, Biology, Physics, History etc. etc... These questions are damn freaking hard!! How in the world can i finish them in just 10 minutes? 10 minutes = 600 seconds, i know that's a lot of time, but still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright students, you have 10 minutes more..." Great, i thought to myself, time is up and i still have 2 questions blank, for chemistry... How 'great'!! I'm so gonna fail chemistry... It's the only paper i didn't manage to finish!! I was so desperate on snatching my test paper back from the teacher to finish up those unanswered questions, but what choice do i have? Time is up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the use of the calender during the time of Dinasti Shang? and that's one of the History question containing 2 marks... What in the world? Calender? I thought it's for looking at the day or date... What's it used during that ancient time? Cracking my head, yet i still couldn't get the answer!! What am i going to do? Haix~ It's just so yesterday... It's His-Story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time's up, pens down..." announced the teacher&lt;br /&gt;"Shit!!!" i responded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not good, as everyone in the class was staring at me... I didn't know why i responded that way... I should have responded like "What, it's time already?" or "Oh my god!!" but why this? This is so humilating, with all eyes staring at me!!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that this is just my first exam... But hopefully i will get to pass all the subjects this time... Sweat~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-76563618642154852?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/76563618642154852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/76563618642154852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/76563618642154852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8337494292532905296</id><published>2009-03-12T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:13:39.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've come back</title><content type='html'>“Ke Juin…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I span to look around, for someone was holding my arm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ke Juin, do you still recognize me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, and by looking at her, I can see how desperate of her wanting me to recognize her, yet I failed to… I couldn’t think of anything at that moment… I tried to recall, but I still didn’t know who she was, not even a vivid memory in my mind… Who is she? I thought to myself… Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry,” finally I gave up, “Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still grabbing my arm, “Are you sure you couldn’t recognize me?” she asked…&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at my friend who accompanied me to the restroom, and I can see that she was no longer patient… she wanted to go back to class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No…” shaking my head… and again, I asked, “Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I had given up on speculating who she was, finally she said “I’m Xue Er, remember? I’m the one living next to Sze Mei, and also your ex classmate!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally recalled who she was... She was the friend of mine who was in the same uniform body, PBSM as I was… She was the one who taught me about the history of PBSM, how to tie the reef knot, and sat with me most of the time!! She was one of my good friends… How can I forget about her? Oh my god, all the time I thought I would never see her again, and now she’s just right in front of me, right here right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Xue Er? Is that really you” I asked incredulously, I couldn’t believe my eyes… Really!! She has changed so much!! I remembered that last time she was shorter than me, slightly short and stout… but now she’s about the same height as I am, and slim!! Like Shin Erl [also my ex classmate]… she has grown more beautiful now, so much different from last time… Oh my god, it’s really her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve just transferred to this school a month ago…” she told me, but I wasn’t really listening to what she said, I was too shock… Instinctively I asked “What class are you in now anyway?” and 4L was the answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright…” that’s all I could say, and walked away, as my friend was already impatient… very impatient…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue Er, it is you… I’ve finally met you again…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8337494292532905296?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8337494292532905296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8337494292532905296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8337494292532905296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-u.html' title='You&apos;ve come back'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-1532330516543502904</id><published>2009-03-07T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:39:22.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbJIXI3JqFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZagCZHv-xg4/s1600-h/CAFLXUYJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310386472976230482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbJIXI3JqFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZagCZHv-xg4/s320/CAFLXUYJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many people who i love, but i didn't know how to love to love them unconditionally... I used to get confused about love, but not anymore.. not anymore....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God says:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am the love that knows no condition, nor limitation of any kind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am totally loving, and to be totally loving means to be willing to give every mature sentient being total freedom to be, do, and have that which they wish."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbJNJs0PTeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Bpoo0m-m9Nw/s1600-h/CAKD6ZST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391739667664354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbJNJs0PTeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Bpoo0m-m9Nw/s320/CAKD6ZST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned what love does... Love lets go, need holds on. This is the way you can tell the difference between love and need. It's also means to be fully-present, in every single moment, to be fully-aware, to be fully-open, to be fully-honest and to be fully-willing to express the love that is in your heart full out!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let go of expectation, let go of requirements and rules and regulations that you would impose on your loved ones... This can help to wash away all doubt and all fear... It baths the mind with the wisdom of the soul!!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This love in other words it's called, unconditional love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-1532330516543502904?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/1532330516543502904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/unconditionnal-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1532330516543502904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/1532330516543502904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/unconditionnal-love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SbJIXI3JqFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZagCZHv-xg4/s72-c/CAFLXUYJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2825116489710480547</id><published>2009-03-06T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:04:19.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KJ, stay strong...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was sports day, but i still wasn't feeling really well, still having a bad flu, but i had to go on... I woke up at 5 in the morning, for i had to go to school by 6 for practise marching... This is insanity, i thought to myself, but what other choice do i have? Today is the big day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awas, masuk baris!!" and as usual, we fall in after our footdrill coordinator had given us the command... I have no inkling why i was chosen to be in the first line, but it was totally fine with me, i think it was because our footdrill coordinator had decided to proceed with the formation we did during practise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time had finally arrived, and the marching bagan. I was absent-minded at first, for i kept forgetting to check line, but later on i was excelled in it...^^ Thank god that Pn Joginder and Sze Mei's dad didn't drag their speeches, I know i can do it, i thought to myself... But i was so wrong, so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel dizzy, again... So i ended up squatting on the ground. "Stand up, KJ, you can do it!!" My inner voice was trying to give me encouragement, and i stood up... However, i couldn't take the stand, and i squatted down again... Is this all the strength i have? I thought, should i give up? But then, i felt someone was holding my arm... i tried to look, but i couldn't have a clear sight... All i know is that she's one of the first aid team... "Do you want to fall out?" she asked... I didn't know what to do at that time, but instinctively i shook my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She doesn't want to fall out..." I heard one of my seniors said... And so she just gave me a sweet and some oil to apply on... I was touched!! "KJ, your lovely bro and your st john teammates need you... Stand up KJ, stand up now!!" and again, with all my strength, i managed to stand up and proceed till the end of the marching!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took as much rest as i could after marching, i was so exhausted... "KJ, are you alright?", "KJ, i'm so proud of you... You manage to proceed till the end!!", "Ari, KJ stood up, she has great spirit!" etc.. etc... I was like so proud of myself after hearing what my friends had said... You did it KJ, you did it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time when we had to fall in again, and this time, it would be the final announcement of who will be the champian of the footdrill competition... I was so excited until i heard my friend saying "PBSM is the winner..." I was so disappointed... " Dai ah ko, i'm so sorry... I've done my best but i still couldn't fulfill your dream...", yet i know that somewhere inside of me, i haven't given up yet... I haven't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The winner in the footdrill competition for the year 2009 is.... ST JOHN AMBULANCE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;What? I can hardly believe my ears!! We've won!! And i began to break down, i was wrong all the time, PBSM winning was just a rumour!! Where had my faith gone to? "Dai ah ko, I've won!!!" I whispered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St John had won again!! Yeah~ However, the bad news is that we have to represent the school for another footdrill competition... Haix~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone, thank you KJ for sacrificing so much for st john, she fainted so many times, and yet she stood up... She was the only one who cried when we won, that means she had contributed a lot for st john, so give her a big clap...." I was speechless, it was my fisrt time receiving ovations form my st john teammates... i was appreciated!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank god for everything you have done for me, it's my greatest victory ever... In Jesus' name, Amen!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-2825116489710480547?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2825116489710480547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-greatest-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2825116489710480547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2825116489710480547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-greatest-victory.html' title='My Greatest Victory'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-8946042915653642519</id><published>2009-03-06T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:42:03.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Support I Need?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5th of March...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way back to my classroom and that was when i met my yi ah ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, how are you?" she asked "do you want some sweets?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drew out a packet of sweets from her pocket, she asked "why didn't you fall out? Why are you so stubborn?" I made no reply, but from looking at her, i can sense her extreme concern for me... But, what can i say? Tell her that i did this for my lovely bro? Yes, but... How can i put them into words? So i chose to remain silent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really sad when you didn't want to fall out..." i was still silent, not knowing what to say... Instead, i took the packet of sweets from her... "thank you, yi ah ko..." and i went back to my classroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didn't really go back to my classroom, instead, i went to a classroom which no students were there, to cool myself down... i clenched my fist to suppress my emotion, but i broke down instead... How can i break my bro's heart? How can i let my bro to be so concerned of me? and if i really did fall out? how can i achieve my dream? Nobody can ever understand me- NOBODY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th of March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was the day before sports day, and i was having a cold and fever... Totally suffering!! My yi ah ko saw me and said "Get someone to replace your place...". "NO, i don't want to! i can do it!!!" i interrupted... And that was when she raised her voice to me "Why are you so stubborn??"... I looked away from her, i didn't blame her for doing that, that's because i know that she cares for me... And i know that she's worried for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, i was so tired... And that was when my Samko sat right opposite of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you come to school?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't tell my mom that i was sicked..."&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't tell me why you strive in marching..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i made no reply... Although she's the first person someone i would want to tell my problems to... I just can't tell, can I? Sometimes i'm just wondering, why can't my seniors and my friends give me the support that i need in continuing what i believe in? Am i the kind of person who will do things without any explicable reasons? Why? Why can't i have a lil' support from you guys?&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-8946042915653642519?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/8946042915653642519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-support-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8946042915653642519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/8946042915653642519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-support-i-need.html' title='Where&apos;s the Support I Need?'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7746386863075202137</id><published>2009-03-06T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:27:49.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KJ, it's Now or Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"St john always no. 1!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hope u can try yr best n st john get no. 1.^^"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I miss st john so much"....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that winning in the St John footdrill competition is my lovely bro's dream, although she is not studying in this school anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th of March... It was the day where the briefing is hold, and doing the best I can is my only dream, for it's my lovely bro's dream, and I want to do it for god too!! But, my intuitive feeling forwarned me of an eventuality, and that time i was having a very bad cramp on the lower part of my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask someone to replace you, sice you are feeling unwell..." suggestion one of my friends&lt;br /&gt;"No, i have to do this to acheive my dream... and i'm fine, don't worry about me, thanks..." i replied with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"St John, fall in!!" and we all did as we were told... "god, help me to get through this..." i prayed, and everything was going great, till we were in the middle of the field... I was soaked with sweat as the blazing sun was on us, and all of a sudden my sight was blur, sweat kept flowing from my forehead, and then, i just went blacked out...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Hobson's choice but to squat down, but i haven't had the thought of giving up yet... My seniors were very worried of me... "KJ, are you alright?", "Where are the first aid team? what's taking them so long?", "KJ, sit down now!!"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up at that time, until there was an inner voice in me, saying "KJ, you promise yourself that you want to do your best for your lovely bro and for you Father Lord... Where have your words gone to? If you give up now, you wouldn't have any satisfaction... KJ, stand up now! It's now or never!!" And i felt an entirely new strength in me, giving me strength to stand up... "thank god" i prayed... And when the arrival of the first aidteam, they tried to convinve me to fall out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KJ, fall out now!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, i can do this!!" i asserted&lt;br /&gt;Holding my arm, "KJ, listen to me... don't force yourself, fall out now!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let go of me, i can do this!!" i asserted even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how i remained in the team... i was given some sweets and a mouth full of water to refresh myslef, and i felt good!! And i did great during the second briefing... I did it!!^^ After the entire briefing was over, i was totally exhausted!! I felt like collapsing, but i forced myslef not to... Well, all i can do now is to pray for the on sports day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-7746386863075202137?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7746386863075202137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/kj-its-now-or-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7746386863075202137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7746386863075202137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/kj-its-now-or-never.html' title='KJ, it&apos;s Now or Never'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6383583309687727663</id><published>2009-03-02T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:05:25.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpstart the 4 x 4 Jeep Wrangler</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Push.. Push harder...."&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, what a day!! Imagine 2 young girls pushing a 4 X 4 Jeep Wrangler car in the middle of the road bare-footed, causing traffic jam, although it was just around the neighbourhood... And that 2 young girls would be my sister and of course, me...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plausiblity to say that the road had absorbed heat from the sun-drenched afternoon, it must be! That's because it was burning hot, till i almost get blisters beneath my foot!! I felt really good to walk on the road bare-footed at first, but after a while i couldn't take the heat, not even my sis could... "Ching, look over there!! Tiles!! " and the both of us ran onto the tiles to cool our feet, but that didn't work either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What now?" asked my sis...&lt;br /&gt;"What else? Run home!!!" and that was the only answer i could think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the both of us ran home as fast as possible, and my neighbours, Chung Mae and her family, were staring at the both of us... Lol&gt;&lt; After we washed our feet with water, we wore our slippers back to the Jeep Wrangler but this time, we sat in our dad's another 4 X 4 car [storm]... Smart, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drew out some kind of wire used for jumpstarting the car... And this was the fun part, after my dad had connected both his 4 X 4 vehicles with that wire thingy, i was in-charged on stepping on the accelerator to transmit "energy" from the Storm to the Jeep Wrangler... "Step on it!!"... And within a minute, the car engine was able to restart!! "thank god... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can i say? It was a really good experience... Really!!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6383583309687727663?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6383583309687727663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/jumpstart-4-x-4-jeep-wrangler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6383583309687727663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6383583309687727663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/jumpstart-4-x-4-jeep-wrangler.html' title='Jumpstart the 4 x 4 Jeep Wrangler'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-3174315193817495509</id><published>2009-03-02T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:17:34.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SavFHaM2ebI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2hecXssf3ok/s1600-h/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308553316869241266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SavFHaM2ebI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2hecXssf3ok/s320/golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"FORE!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started playing golf 2 years back, but because of all the frustration for not manage to drive the ball till my target, which is 50, so i ended up skipping my golf lesson... However, i'm starting to take up golf lesson AGAIN now... Lol&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, golf isn't an easy sport, not at all... you might hot as far as you possibly could, but don't be too delight because you might not be able to hit that far the next time you play... Really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Girl, adjust your grip, chest up, and don't forget about sticking out your buttock, knees bend, come forward a lil' to the ball, have your right hand relax, left hand straight, take a high swing, higher, but don't cock your wrist, and hit the ball..." [whooock] " there you have it, but turn your waist and hip, bend your right leg, ahhhh, there you have it!!" complicated, right? Lol&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Woo-hoo~ i've done it!!" this is my 3rd week and i'm learning the full-swing already, and i manage to hit it beyond 50, isn't that great? but i have to practise more, in order to be good, and better...^^&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/7302912130924742551-3174315193817495509?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/3174315193817495509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/golf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3174315193817495509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/3174315193817495509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/03/golf.html' title='Golf'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SavFHaM2ebI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2hecXssf3ok/s72-c/golf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-495591501989393123</id><published>2009-02-28T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:59:11.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudbreak</title><content type='html'>CLOUDBREAK, why cloudbreak, and what does cloudbreak means, still an unknown, still a mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis and i went for this tuition for more than a year... well, it's not exactly tuition, but a confident class! It helps you to boost confidence by just playing games, sharing opinions, spontaneous drama etc. etc... Look at me now, i'm totally different now, i'm not scared anymore, no more cold sweat, no more shivering-- NO MORE!! I'm confident=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met a lot of cool friends there like Tania, Jade, Kelly, Adam, Sunita, Lloyd, Yang Heng, Brian, Yu Kang, Merissa etc. etc... i even had the chance to meet Adelle, Tamara and another lady and XXX ( i forgot her name), who are from Europe countries... I have to say that i wasn't used to their dressing at first, for they wore low-cut dressing till you can actually see their XXX... "Gosh" i mean, but then i got used to it...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like some of the games we used to play there like cat and mouse, dutch ball, bomb, Bang, zombie, bean bags game and contact with the paper not the floor... Some of them requires sweat as you have to chase and being chased... you need strategies to outsmart or defeat your so-called enemies otherwise you will be the victim!! Well, among all these games, i have to say that i'm quite excelled in playing the dutch ball, zombie and the bean bags game... And after the game is finished, we will all gather in the circle to share our opinion and the stratagy we had used for the exercise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we will also have to negotiate or even debate! we were given a topic and the debation is on!! For me, debation is better than negotiation, and drama is better than debation... Quite complicated, right?^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SaoIG3ZJVuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q-r_AZ534ts/s1600-h/FallenLeaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308064024851207906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SaoIG3ZJVuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q-r_AZ534ts/s320/FallenLeaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are also other activities other than the workshop, like the drama "Fallen Leaves". It may seem like another play, but this drama is actually performed by people living with HIV and aids!! They were actually telling about their stories and what they had been through!! It was first staged at The Actors Studio, Kuala Lumpur, in December, contains four stories about how people react to people living with HIV or AIDS. I really thank god i was there and i didn't miss this great opportunity...^^ &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had this camp in Amber Stone where i had the opportunity to meet more friends like George, but we called him George of the jungle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, Brian who runs this workshop has to go back to his motherland, which in in UK to look after his mother, so i guess that's the end of Cloudbreak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Thank you cloudbreak, you have changed my life for the better..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-495591501989393123?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/495591501989393123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/cloudbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/495591501989393123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/495591501989393123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/cloudbreak.html' title='Cloudbreak'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SaoIG3ZJVuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q-r_AZ534ts/s72-c/FallenLeaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-57572639349205826</id><published>2009-02-28T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:55:31.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Girl</title><content type='html'>"Mummy, Mummy..." ish~ this is hell!! Hell, i tell u... She's the most irritating, annoying, disturbing, 'monkeylating' girl on earth! Nobody can actually bear with her inconsiderate attitude... Not even, Dana, Kelly, Natalie, my sis, the adults [well, maybe a lil'] and of course, ME!! i had tolerated her enough already and i can't take it anymore!! It's just.... H-E-L-L!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us knows what her real name is, cuz we don't want to know, and don't want to care! Frankly speaking, i'm not the kind of person who i will simply hate someone for no explicable explanation... This time, i had thousands of reasons!! I had been nice to De Girl before, but things just seem worse and worsen... I got bite marks all over my hand, with her saliva of course, as if i'm her favourite food ( chicken drumstick, chicken chop, pork chop etc etc...), i had bruises all over, as if i'm one of the gymnastic tools... She just keeps hitting and smacking... I'm just so suffering being with her!! SUFFERING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time i was so intolerable with her attitude that i argued with her until she cried, and it was in public... "Oh my god" i thought to myself "how bad can a day get being with her? Can't she just give me a break?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ke, Ai, Nat, u guys are very anti-social with De Girl (even the adults call her De Girl), u guys have to hang out more with her and i don't want to see u guys gather in a group leaving her behind......" and this is what our dads would nag us whenever we go out with --- De Girl...&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-57572639349205826?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/57572639349205826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/57572639349205826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/57572639349205826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-girl.html' title='De Girl'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-7979507099298924126</id><published>2009-02-28T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:27:47.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St John Footdrill</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"SWAD, dari kiri, cepat jalan!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when my lovely bro and i had won first prize in the footdrill competition on sports day, it's like " i can't believe my sight, we have won!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to get first prize after all, we had to stay back for practise marching almost everyday, stood under the sun, get the lecturing from Li Chih when things didn't get the way she wanted, resulting 10 times bumping... Haix~ it may seems hell, but they paid the prize... We won!! ST JOHN ROCKS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our footdrill coordinator, Uncle Meng Wei, may be well-unorganised, but he had contributed a lot of his effort to us... He had to shout to give command, till he got sore throat, plan etc etc... I really appreciate that, and now that he has graduated, his dream is that we can win first prize for the following footdrill competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad case indeed that my lovely bro wouldn't be practising marching with me anymore, for she has shifted to puchong... So i guess i will have to go through all these without her... i will not give up, because i believer that st john is her dream, it's something she likes a lot, and i ain't gonna fail her- NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially our st john members had made a decision of forming a formation, and it's called the BARISAN ST JOHN AMBULANCE... Quite creative, not too complicated, and i have to say it's fantastic!! However, it seems to be out of position when it comes to marching on the school field [well, it will be], so we have to change everything all over again... Haix~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm given a lot of opportunities on giving command like today [3rd of March 2009], not bad, except sometimes a lil' confused... I always have thoughts like KJ c'mon, what now? KJ, berhenti now, on the left leg! Lol&gt;&lt; Well, i guess i have to work out more on the commands, cuz everything seems to turn havoc whenever i gave command... Anyway, i'll try my best!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So " Swad..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-7979507099298924126?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/7979507099298924126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/st-john-footdrill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7979507099298924126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/7979507099298924126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/st-john-footdrill.html' title='St John Footdrill'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-6971437269439224850</id><published>2009-02-28T00:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:37:51.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The most in-born wicked, evil little girl i have ever known! She's exactly like the devil with 2 horns on the head, a pointy tail and oh ya... i almost forget about the fork! hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at times she quite nice and when it comes to face with De Girl, i'll definitely be on her side... And, she 10 times better compare to De Girl... lol&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nicole!!" She's the sweetest lil' girl in the world!! She's the one who have changed my point of view towards kids... i didn't like kids at all, until she came to me with a hug...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just liked to hit my butt when we first met, " oh my god, here she goes again..." i will think to myself whenever she saw me... but not for now, we were good friends now! and now Kelly is her next target... Watch out, Kelly, i'm on Nicole's side!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very mature young lady, more mature than her mother i would say... She's younger than i am yet taller... Her mom is trying to dress up as young as her whereas for her, she's trying to dress up as mature as possible!! It's a total reverse indeed... lol&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we used to complain about De Girl... We just can't help it!! Till we get lectured from our own dad... Haix~ what a sad case, but thank god we got used to it...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Low, not Kelly Ho... lol&gt;&lt; She is Dana's sis, and so is Nicole's next target... haha! i have to say that she's underweight sometimes, that's because i just don't feel a thing when she sat on me... She's just as light as a feather!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-6971437269439224850?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/6971437269439224850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6971437269439224850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/6971437269439224850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-friends.html' title='Camp friends'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-5038936468925522021</id><published>2009-02-27T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:50:37.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARCHERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SajknZcxY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DeGKp9iPPNg/s1600-h/CAVJTVQ3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743526353724306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SajknZcxY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DeGKp9iPPNg/s320/CAVJTVQ3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULL'S EYE~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm actually playing archery? This is like so awesome!!"&lt;br /&gt;Archery is incredibly awesome and i can't believe i took the opportunity to try it out. i didn't have the guts to learn it at first, but on second thoughts, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, 180 arrows for the first time? You have got to be kidding me..." No doubts that i have muscle cramps on the day. The second time, gosh, i had bruises on my arm!! It really hurts and kills, and i still get the lecturing from my mom...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery is just so fun, and i can guarantee that you will you like it if you try it. Thank god that with my confidence, i've met some archery friends like Apek, Winnie, Ah Meng, CJ etc etc... They are the staff working in the archery section... They coach me a lot and always there to correct my mistake, give me some arrows for free, and they even gave me a keychain from an arrow with their signature on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my 1st time hanging out with them, 6 of them... and my mom called all a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ke, where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er, with some of my friends..." I replied&lt;br /&gt;"Owh, your school classmates?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." I paused for a while, and continued, "No, I'm with some of my new friends..."&lt;br /&gt;"New friends? Girl of guy?" she asked nervously... [i knew it]&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, 6 of them...&lt;br /&gt;" "WHAT??!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, i know i'm in big trouble...&gt;&lt; but i continued "But they are just those staff from the archery section!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mom did consider when i told her this, "Alright, but be careful..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have to say that this is my best experience ever - ARCHERY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-5038936468925522021?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/5038936468925522021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/archery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5038936468925522021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/5038936468925522021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/archery.html' title='ARCHERY'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/SajknZcxY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DeGKp9iPPNg/s72-c/CAVJTVQ3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-2239643664832063370</id><published>2009-02-27T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:05:12.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite historical person</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Janet Lee Chui Yee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 years, 4 years... yet i'm still waiting, waiting for your phone call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's indeed a sad case to hear that she has her own group of friends, leaving me behind... I have no inkling why it takes me so much time to forget about her, even until now. Perhaps it's because she is the one and only friend who had given me the first kiss, as a friend. It's her kiss that make her clear in my memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that we were going to be best friends forever, and she told me that we will keep in touch as much as possible, but where have her words gone to? She hugged me whenever i did something for her. I felt so appreciated, and i like it. And that was when i had made up my mind, saying that she will be my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies, and it has been 4 years. everything seems to change, even us... I had been told that she involes in smoking, and that breaks my heart, leaving it to shatter into a million pieces... how could this be? how could this be possible? what has god done towards our friendship? Is this destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her best friend now, and so do i. But, there is want thing i want to tell you from the bottom of my heart:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wherever you are, and no matter how much you have changed, you will always be the friend i have ever known, and thank you for the memory you have given me..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-2239643664832063370?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/2239643664832063370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favourite-historical-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2239643664832063370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/2239643664832063370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favourite-historical-person.html' title='My favourite historical person'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302912130924742551.post-4621662972230184452</id><published>2009-02-27T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:46:59.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Martin was on a motorcycle with his girlfriend, Nicole, speeding through the night.&lt;br /&gt;They loved each other a lot…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole:“slow down a little.. I’m scared..”&lt;br /&gt;Martin: “No, it’s so fun..”&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: “please.. it’s so scary..”&lt;br /&gt;Martin: “Then say that you love me..”&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: “Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?”&lt;br /&gt;Martin: “Give me a big hug..”&lt;br /&gt;With her heart, she gave him a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: “Now can you slow down?”&lt;br /&gt;Martin: “Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It’s uncomfortable and it’s bothering me while i ride.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived…The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn’t want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live,and die himself…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7302912130924742551-4621662972230184452?l=cbsportz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/feeds/4621662972230184452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/loves-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4621662972230184452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7302912130924742551/posts/default/4621662972230184452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbsportz.blogspot.com/2009/02/loves-sacrifice.html' title='Love&apos;s Sacrifice'/><author><name>Ker Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09019136639062417685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-QNeoIM1s/ScNzhN-foyI/AAAAAAAAACk/G26WO9WWQ-U/S220/jesus.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
