<?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-4673955159724074699</id><updated>2012-02-14T02:51:11.159+08:00</updated><category term='Mei Ki'/><category term='you'/><category term='more bug'/><category term=':D'/><category term='plurk'/><category term='elise'/><category term='stress'/><category term='NS'/><category term='12th May 09'/><category term='blogskin'/><category term=':('/><category term='Bug'/><category term='moviemania'/><category term='him'/><category term='♥'/><category term=':)'/><category term='100th'/><category term='macaroni'/><category term='=)'/><category term='WEI no space MIN'/><title type='text'>Beyond words.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-896267823638714935</id><published>2012-02-14T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T02:19:09.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkIKZJaWmbk/TzlLOeEZZkI/AAAAAAAABuA/z5Z9NbEFoDU/s1600/425361_2966446192549_1003490495_3023256_575861724_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkIKZJaWmbk/TzlLOeEZZkI/AAAAAAAABuA/z5Z9NbEFoDU/s640/425361_2966446192549_1003490495_3023256_575861724_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Valentines everyone. 14th of February has finally arrived. The day all the girls wished they'd received roses and love-shaped chocolates; the day all the guys who wished they'd more to offer for his girl. As what people always say, love is in the air. I suppose my air is filled with love as well. His love, for all I know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, those days of anticipating for something really BIG to happen to me on Valentine's Days are long gone. I used to think that this feeling only happens when you're way too disappointed about what your other half had done for you for the past few years on this day. But now I realize that I'm just really glad and blessed to have this man standing behind me everywhere I go, ready to catch me when I fall; ready to listen to me when I complain; ready to take care of me when I'm unhappy; ready to share my burden with me. What more could I ask for from him?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose what I'm trying to say here is that money can't buy us happiness; it can't buy us love. Because where there is love, there will always be happiness. A guy who can provide you everything on this earth doesn't mean he can provide you love however a man who may not provide you everything on this earth can provide you one thing, and that is love. It's your choice, take a pick. But wherever that you decide to go, make sure it is what makes you happy beneath you. Because it is pointless to make decisions that will only end up in disappointments and misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe the decision I've made 2 and a half years back was right for me. It changed me; it changed my entire life, forever. I couldn't wish to be anywhere else but here right now. Looking back in my past seems much easier with him by my side; always telling me that things will be better now. And I believe him, I really do. But my past will always be my past, it taught me so much. Despite how much it has hurt me and scarred me, it somehow has made an impact in the way I project what I call, love. I will always remember my past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Happy Valentines Day everyone. Remember to show some love not only to your loved one but also to your family, friends and not forgetting God :) That's all I have for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-896267823638714935?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/896267823638714935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=896267823638714935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/896267823638714935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/896267823638714935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be My Valentine'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkIKZJaWmbk/TzlLOeEZZkI/AAAAAAAABuA/z5Z9NbEFoDU/s72-c/425361_2966446192549_1003490495_3023256_575861724_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1641344437555851813</id><published>2012-02-09T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:21:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKqTvbVZV-s/TzPCfgPQBKI/AAAAAAAABt4/Yiisq84wFuo/s1600/IMG-20120127-00267_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKqTvbVZV-s/TzPCfgPQBKI/AAAAAAAABt4/Yiisq84wFuo/s640/IMG-20120127-00267_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit that insecurity is one thing everyone is familiar with despite men or women. I believe that even the prettiest women or men started off with low self-esteem and got them to where they want to be now; we all try and try so hard to fit in and feel comfortable in other people's presence. I remind myself over and over again that everyone is beautiful in their own ways, but somehow those insecurities conquered my feelings and changed the way I think and took care of myself. Well sometimes, you just need to be reminded by someone other than yourself that it's okay to be you. Familiar anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_3v17vqVI8/TzPBkLcyIfI/AAAAAAAABtw/dlV3dzIsFJ8/s1600/tumblr_lyixlb2Hbu1qe52v7o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_3v17vqVI8/TzPBkLcyIfI/AAAAAAAABtw/dlV3dzIsFJ8/s640/tumblr_lyixlb2Hbu1qe52v7o1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then you go on Tumblr, and you see something different. You see girls buying clothes, cutting their hair, taking laxatives, starving themselves, doing anything to make themselves look thinner. They base their self-worth on a &lt;b&gt;NUMBER&lt;/b&gt; projected on a man-made scale. And to be honest with you, it breaks my heart. Because I know that you &lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt; eat without feeling guilty, you &lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt; eat fattening food without punishing yourself afterwards. What the scale says is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; the most important thing. Being thin is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; more important than being healthy. Being thing and not eating are &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; signs of true will power and success. Screw what all these pro-ana blogs tell you. &lt;b&gt;You don't have to be thin to be attractive&lt;/b&gt;. You are perfectly okay just the way you are&lt;span style="color: #2b2a2a;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2b2a2a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Staypositive.me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1641344437555851813?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1641344437555851813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1641344437555851813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1641344437555851813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1641344437555851813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2012/02/insecurities-anyone.html' title='Insecurities Anyone?'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKqTvbVZV-s/TzPCfgPQBKI/AAAAAAAABt4/Yiisq84wFuo/s72-c/IMG-20120127-00267_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-56177772682637355</id><published>2012-02-08T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:31:48.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mo9Wqs_PQtE/TzI9rtlAwPI/AAAAAAAABtU/_5MbB91Mv0g/s1600/tumblr_lu5sjdbZfT1qkpyy9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mo9Wqs_PQtE/TzI9rtlAwPI/AAAAAAAABtU/_5MbB91Mv0g/s640/tumblr_lu5sjdbZfT1qkpyy9o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the wedding, "They wanted to pray together, but not see each other, before the ceremony."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-56177772682637355?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/56177772682637355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=56177772682637355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/56177772682637355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/56177772682637355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2012/02/wedding-tumblr.html' title='Wedding Memories'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx8wK61m8c4/TzI7txShBOI/AAAAAAAABs0/AG8oonJTOx4/s72-c/tumblr_lxrugi0fI61qal38ao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-6713056747617641573</id><published>2012-02-05T01:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T01:38:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/BObKPaevQpM/0.jpg" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BObKPaevQpM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="640" height="360"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BObKPaevQpM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/Lpwhv3JJWxw/0.jpg" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lpwhv3JJWxw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="640" height=360"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lpwhv3JJWxw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;v. for-gave, for-giv-en, for-giv-ing, for-gives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. To excuse for a fault or an offense; pardon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;To absolve from payment.&lt;br /&gt;3. To renounce anger or resentment against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that forgiveness is one feeling and action that has been taken too lightly just by saying 'I forgive you' that we have already forgiven someone; but deep down in our hearts, you know that you truly haven't and you knew how much you &lt;strike&gt;hated&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;disliked this person that had hurt you in the past. I admit to myself, that even I face the same problem today. It just makes me feel better of myself by saying it, but truly have I forgiven that person? I believe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what if everyone had a mind like those kids in the videos; believing that if we were to not forgive, we'd not have any friends anymore. Because in today's world, friends are like goods. Commercialized goods. We like em, we keep em; we don't like em, we throw em. See, it's because of our mindsets today that made it so easy for us to not practice forgiveness and give up easily on the people we once knew was important or was part of our lives. But there is a difference in goods and humans; feelings. Everyone has feelings, and those feelings last. No matter how much you try to hide or cover it, it'll always be there waiting to hunt you down. But what can we do about it? We always put an excuse to forget about it and move on. But truly, when some bad situation hits you hard to the ground, those memories will hit you even harder than you think it wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe forgiveness is not by ignoring the facts, setting aside the truth that hurts and forgetting that it ever happened but instead, we are to confront and clear the slate in order to start afresh from where we'd stumbled upon.&amp;nbsp;Just to let you know that, there is always two sides in a situation; the offender and the offended.&amp;nbsp;But pride tend to be our best friend sometimes and visits us pretty often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the offended&lt;/b&gt; - It's because pride took over our human flesh that we tend to be more critical and judgmental with the little mistakes that people had done to us without realizing that no human is perfect; not even ourselves. But it seems easier to look at people's flaws than our very own when we try to cover them up so badly so no one could see ours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the offender&lt;/b&gt; - It's because pride took over our human flesh that we tend to try and maintain our "high" self esteem that made confrontation look a little uncool for everyone. But without realizing, have hurt so many people around us just by doing what we feel is cool for our own appearances.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So therefore, both sides are responsible for forgiving and the other to ask for forgiveness. People who realize their wrongdoings and ask for forgiveness will understand being forgiven and people who have forgiven those who had done wrong unto you, will understand how others have forgiven you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mpJTP1sdaU/Ty1pF3KZxkI/AAAAAAAABrI/BwWw33z84FI/s1600/418723_10150645865890329_720575328_11624029_152257950_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mpJTP1sdaU/Ty1pF3KZxkI/AAAAAAAABrI/BwWw33z84FI/s640/418723_10150645865890329_720575328_11624029_152257950_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is so many people that I need to truly forgive and to ask for forgiveness from; I hope it is not too late to do so especially to my family and a few others. I wish I could do so much more to regain everything that we once had together and I believe one day it will. With God, everything is possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-6713056747617641573?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/6713056747617641573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=6713056747617641573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6713056747617641573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6713056747617641573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2012/02/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mpJTP1sdaU/Ty1pF3KZxkI/AAAAAAAABrI/BwWw33z84FI/s72-c/418723_10150645865890329_720575328_11624029_152257950_n_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-3987324053979090797</id><published>2012-01-26T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:16:08.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cheers to new year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And another chance for us to get it right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y64mNr0BUcE/TyFVVio9g5I/AAAAAAAABqo/iFg6u9fZh6c/s1600/IMG-20120113-00170_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y64mNr0BUcE/TyFVVio9g5I/AAAAAAAABqo/iFg6u9fZh6c/s640/IMG-20120113-00170_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would be the worst &lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;年初三&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd ever experienced. Terrible back aches, vomiting and loss of appetite. But never the less, the best Chinese New Year spent with boyfriend and family. This year was a little bit special, when parents decided to invite boyfriend to visit my hometown with us. Just so you know, my parents are never so open about relationships and they're not as "hip". I guess it's their culture and I don't blame them. But I'm glad they did invite him over to see the family eventhough it was quite scary at first haha. But it all went smoothly and I'm happy that he could see a few of my childhood life and close relatives here. What makes this trip even more better? Colin boy came along with us too! This was his first long ride and boy, he did it so well and I'm so proud of him. He sat at the back seat and on my lap #likeaboss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yGZwGI8JSTo/TyFV0sAkJAI/AAAAAAAABqw/nAgnNnh-z5E/s1600/IMG-20120123-00225_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yGZwGI8JSTo/TyFV0sAkJAI/AAAAAAAABqw/nAgnNnh-z5E/s640/IMG-20120123-00225_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pit-stop near PD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTkOkNNuRk0/TyFV1WiRlwI/AAAAAAAABq4/hyaTtdzCivk/s1600/IMG-20120123-00230_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTkOkNNuRk0/TyFV1WiRlwI/AAAAAAAABq4/hyaTtdzCivk/s640/IMG-20120123-00230_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At a beach with boyfriend, cousin and brother&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIlVl3Oqlmo/TyFV2FJaa-I/AAAAAAAABq8/HkUX6wludBc/s1600/IMG-20120123-00239_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIlVl3Oqlmo/TyFV2FJaa-I/AAAAAAAABq8/HkUX6wludBc/s640/IMG-20120123-00239_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin boy all worn out after being pulled around by little cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess every year, we do come to a point to sit down and think of what we hope to achieve greater this year than the year before; and it's not wrong to do so unless you're slowly beating yourself up on the inside. I believe there's always a positive to a negative; instead of telling ourselves how sucky life's treating you right now or how you wish someone would pity you for where you're at. Learn to see the brighter side and you'll find joy. There's always someone in greater need than you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'll just list down a few things I've set to do this year to set as reminder to self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Save money for Korea trip this June. Yes I can't wait :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Promise to pamper self with mask 3 times a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. This will be hard but I'll still put it anyways. Learn to control my really bad temper with parents and boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself sometimes and it's not even pms :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Save money to go for a mission trip if possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Bless at least 5 people in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Save money for Bangkok trip if it happens and hopefully it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Fulfill all my to-buy list yay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Stay connected with my old friends and make new ones as well&lt;br /&gt;9. Lose at least 5kg this year&lt;br /&gt;10. Means eat and live a healthier life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's gonna be a very exciting yet scary year for me this year! 2011 has been good to me and I know there's so much more to come; I'll do my best to keep up especially when uni life starts. Till then, Gong Xi Fa Cai everyone! May this year be a wonderful year to us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-3987324053979090797?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/3987324053979090797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=3987324053979090797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3987324053979090797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3987324053979090797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2012/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y64mNr0BUcE/TyFVVio9g5I/AAAAAAAABqo/iFg6u9fZh6c/s72-c/IMG-20120113-00170_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7696697562376220210</id><published>2012-01-10T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:20:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year; New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love one another and you'll be happy;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's as simple and as difficult as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy New Year everyone! I know it's pretty late to say that since it's already the second week of 2012 but what the heck, better late than never right? Anyways like I said previously, 2011 was definitely a wonderful year to look back on; Blessings after blessing. And now that our church has proclaimed that this year of 2012 will be a year of &lt;b&gt;Double Blessing&lt;/b&gt;, heck what are you waiting for? Bring it on, babeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXkg4L1cpjA/TwxKhrLrDPI/AAAAAAAABm4/GYjONTFc4jY/s1600/IMG_0320_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXkg4L1cpjA/TwxKhrLrDPI/AAAAAAAABm4/GYjONTFc4jY/s640/IMG_0320_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to the boyfriend :) Having you here next to me is already a wonderful blessing to me; despite all the arguments and disagreements that you've always let me win. I won't write an essay about us, because we both know what we've been through. There's a long journey ahead of us and I hope and pray that we'll look back at these memories and know that we'd still be here for each other. Cheers to being 23!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful day in Malacca with the boyfriend; have been convincing him to take me on random trips since who knows when. So he finally made his move to take a leave from work to bring me down to Malacca for some historical fun and food. Thank you boyfriend, extra points!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7h3n_BAYfs/TwxNOPfWWnI/AAAAAAAABpE/DlDsIxHcZms/s1600/IMG_0300_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7h3n_BAYfs/TwxNOPfWWnI/AAAAAAAABpE/DlDsIxHcZms/s640/IMG_0300_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXJQsVyO7dg/TwxNArPBfLI/AAAAAAAABnA/n98W0vcuOIQ/s1600/IMG_0260_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXJQsVyO7dg/TwxNArPBfLI/AAAAAAAABnA/n98W0vcuOIQ/s640/IMG_0260_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boyfriend being his usual self, giggles :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3m9uaLZA3s/TwxNBPg8sRI/AAAAAAAABnE/QgxNyLzBpU0/s1600/IMG_0262_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3m9uaLZA3s/TwxNBPg8sRI/AAAAAAAABnE/QgxNyLzBpU0/s640/IMG_0262_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back to the zoo! Boyfriend's favourite of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfP_BCl1rCk/TwxNB1AuehI/AAAAAAAABnQ/YnABVutQUSM/s1600/IMG_0265_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfP_BCl1rCk/TwxNB1AuehI/AAAAAAAABnQ/YnABVutQUSM/s640/IMG_0265_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crsw6II_3sc/TwxNDJQbrBI/AAAAAAAABnY/4M8DvgYnReY/s1600/IMG_0267_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crsw6II_3sc/TwxNDJQbrBI/AAAAAAAABnY/4M8DvgYnReY/s640/IMG_0267_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-Po0rWEsKw/TwxNEG4rF0I/AAAAAAAABnc/jfIEmyhuoQM/s1600/IMG_0268_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-Po0rWEsKw/TwxNEG4rF0I/AAAAAAAABnc/jfIEmyhuoQM/s640/IMG_0268_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Butterflies are pretty; pretty scary to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ay8PyTbbzc/TwxNEqGdgFI/AAAAAAAABno/oQNhrAzjmbA/s1600/IMG_0272_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ay8PyTbbzc/TwxNEqGdgFI/AAAAAAAABno/oQNhrAzjmbA/s640/IMG_0272_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJfHlrd8BM/TwxNHnNX9AI/AAAAAAAABn8/SNeNkfivqJI/s640/IMG_0281_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH9GLmBpJw/TwxNIjcI2EI/AAAAAAAABoI/l2O2MitKzWY/s1600/IMG_0283_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH9GLmBpJw/TwxNIjcI2EI/AAAAAAAABoI/l2O2MitKzWY/s640/IMG_0283_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.png" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A crocodile who think he's a bird; flaps his wings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDVLxbKvRGI/TwxNJeQntEI/AAAAAAAABoM/pcifTi1nBN8/s1600/IMG_0286_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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So adorable :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkNCJxKgB50/TwxNMX3f5OI/AAAAAAAABo0/u3J3f2jG_4s/s1600/IMG_0296_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkNCJxKgB50/TwxNMX3f5OI/AAAAAAAABo0/u3J3f2jG_4s/s640/IMG_0296_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpfupi0qVco/TwxNNCOBHzI/AAAAAAAABo8/82MXUx8p-iY/s1600/IMG_0299_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpfupi0qVco/TwxNNCOBHzI/AAAAAAAABo8/82MXUx8p-iY/s640/IMG_0299_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw3uHdCzRqY/TwxNTF1dS4I/AAAAAAAABqA/UOM_XxeoKDw/s640/IMG_0327_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsG6apMjplo/TwxNUsGxmBI/AAAAAAAABqM/-mlkAxMZG7c/s1600/IMG_0329_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsG6apMjplo/TwxNUsGxmBI/AAAAAAAABqM/-mlkAxMZG7c/s640/IMG_0329_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ_XPNssWzo/TwxNUGHBqdI/AAAAAAAABqE/sKjrVETmgM4/s1600/IMG_0328_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ_XPNssWzo/TwxNUGHBqdI/AAAAAAAABqE/sKjrVETmgM4/s640/IMG_0328_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Anniversary love. I know it's been a tough journey with me, but you never gave up. I love how you take time to go shopping with me even if your feet hurts like crap. I love how you kiss my forehead and tell me that you love me in the simplest way; even just by being completely honest with each other's fashion sense or the way that we smell after a long day out. I love how you care about my thoughts and emotions and respects it despite how nonsensical it may turn out to be; even my daily needs and wants, you would want to fulfill them if you could. I love how you love me and my family and treats Colin as our very own son. I love how you build my confidence in my cooking and baking eventhough it wasn't a very complicated dish or pastry. I love how simple you are in living and your perspective about life that keeps my feet on the ground. So stop trying to make yourself feel useless all the time and that you can't make me happy. Because just so you know, you are the best thing that ever happened in my life. I'm definitely looking forward to another year spent with you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DFMze3Qhcc/TwxNWP8tqkI/AAAAAAAABqc/uVDTegfrojs/s1600/IMG_0337_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DFMze3Qhcc/TwxNWP8tqkI/AAAAAAAABqc/uVDTegfrojs/s640/IMG_0337_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to the end of my first post of the year. I hope and pray that all my beloved friends and family will have a wonderful year ahead of you filled with excitements and new adventures. Live life with your head held high; there you can see further and a bigger picture of your life. Happy New Year 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7696697562376220210?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7696697562376220210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7696697562376220210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7696697562376220210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7696697562376220210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New Year; New Beginning'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXkg4L1cpjA/TwxKhrLrDPI/AAAAAAAABm4/GYjONTFc4jY/s72-c/IMG_0320_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-2538344052168925220</id><published>2011-12-29T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:23:09.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Blessed to be a blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JANs_it6vZw/TvweIZuZuKI/AAAAAAAABmc/fuMAeoYMk54/s1600/386062_2648443491728_1274918090_3060742_919388416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JANs_it6vZw/TvweIZuZuKI/AAAAAAAABmc/fuMAeoYMk54/s640/386062_2648443491728_1274918090_3060742_919388416_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I guess it's the time of the year again. A wonderful ending for the year 2011; anticipating the new year of 2012. So much has happened, I couldn't even put them in words or even have the time to do so. But then again, reflecting the past now doesn't seem to be as bad as how it used to be when I was younger anymore. I guess I am stronger now knowing that there is this one person over millions of people who will always be behind me, catching me when I fall and accepting me for who I are when I do mistakes. When you do find that one person who would do all that without a single doubt, you know he's the right one for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start with my birthday, shall we? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ht0cBXp_n80/TvwW74yMrSI/AAAAAAAABl4/A1AkGVThXto/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ht0cBXp_n80/TvwW74yMrSI/AAAAAAAABl4/A1AkGVThXto/s640/page.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e25sz0oR1o8/TvweKLYMsCI/AAAAAAAABmk/09pboLFFtos/s1600/DSC02042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e25sz0oR1o8/TvweKLYMsCI/AAAAAAAABmk/09pboLFFtos/s640/DSC02042.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Day&lt;/b&gt; - Bff Gracie &amp;amp; Poh made a surprise for me on the 6th Nov at Ling's house with Krystal, Soph and the boyfriend; how awesome are my friends. Sadly, there was no photo taken! How can. Anyways, they made all my favourite food for dinner. And if you are wondering how I fell into their trick to get to Ling' house, well church purposes can get you everywhere especially with the help of the boyfriend hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Day &lt;/b&gt;- Boyfriend was wonderful enough to go shopping with me all day looking for my birthday present since it was a public holiday anyways. But boy, I dislike public holidays and heels. It's one of the worst combination ever! It gets you all sweaty and tired even in air-con places, imagine that. Anyways, we ended up getting myself a handbag. Me love, thanks boyfriend :)&amp;nbsp;And had a little romantic dinner at Secret of Louisiana, next to the kelana lakeside. The food was good, ambiance was wonderful as well. Until this crazy drunken dude started singing karaoke with the mic haha. You should have seen our faces back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Day&lt;/b&gt; - Had a wonderful family dinner with the boyfriend and his family as well. Some place in Puchong where they sell awesome seafood. Recommended! But I forgot where that place was haha. Whoops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the wonderful presents, everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was a funny one this year. Me and the boyfriend ended up wrapping presents till Christmas Day itself. A tiring yet lovely one indeed :) I had all the chocolates and candies I can ever imagine, yeah. And pretty shoes from boyfriend; what more can a girl ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUKHZ_Ac_mc/TvwcGHLbcGI/AAAAAAAABmE/Jiwn_uEgHQ4/s1600/IMG-20111229-00023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUKHZ_Ac_mc/TvwcGHLbcGI/AAAAAAAABmE/Jiwn_uEgHQ4/s640/IMG-20111229-00023.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2RdQRfzfNQ/TvwejdeU3dI/AAAAAAAABmw/NwVVoXRiHe8/s1600/IMG-20111226-00002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2RdQRfzfNQ/TvwejdeU3dI/AAAAAAAABmw/NwVVoXRiHe8/s640/IMG-20111226-00002.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well to end this wonderful year filled with blessings, I even got myself a new gadget - Blackberry Bold 9790. My first week using it and am loving every bit of it.&amp;nbsp;Okay, I'm overjoyed. Remember to count your blessings, everyone; despite big or small :) Thanks for reading, till next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-2538344052168925220?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/2538344052168925220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=2538344052168925220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2538344052168925220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2538344052168925220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/12/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JANs_it6vZw/TvweIZuZuKI/AAAAAAAABmc/fuMAeoYMk54/s72-c/386062_2648443491728_1274918090_3060742_919388416_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8950285119962539684</id><published>2011-12-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:15:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Kitty Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I never thought it would end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cause you got up in my head like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And made me happy, oh love is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKbKgH6VWs/TvM1tCOaukI/AAAAAAAABlY/5doVRkr9o8M/s1600/DSC02199%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKbKgH6VWs/TvM1tCOaukI/AAAAAAAABlY/5doVRkr9o8M/s640/DSC02199%25281%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just came back from camp yesterday. I've never felt so tired for not doing anything before. I actually think this is one of the most relaxing camps I've ever been to but yet the sleepiest and most tired. Hmmmm am I getting old or whaaaaaat. Gosh, o wells :\ It was a wonderful camp tho. Big applause to the chairwomen and camp committee! Will update on camp later on when the pictures come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, all my personal thoughts are like clogging up my social life. My brain's practically of no use right now ugh. How now brown cow? But I guess there are some things that are meant to be kept personal. Well, just found something that cheered myself up again. Boyfriend bought me this as a super random surprise, how sweet of him :) The only thing he's confidence in getting for me without asking for my permission haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iTnP0sUHX0/TvM3reihoiI/AAAAAAAABlk/zJ-ra4eNKeQ/s1600/DSC02211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iTnP0sUHX0/TvM3reihoiI/AAAAAAAABlk/zJ-ra4eNKeQ/s640/DSC02211.JPG" width="514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3NkKCvPYy4/TvM3r48BICI/AAAAAAAABlo/39B4nPKLPOo/s1600/DSC02212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3NkKCvPYy4/TvM3r48BICI/AAAAAAAABlo/39B4nPKLPOo/s640/DSC02212.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ballerina Hello Kitty cup! I love it hehe. And look what the cover says :) Well, eventhough we may have alot of arguments and disagreements with each other at times; our love and commitment for each other will always be stronger than that. There are times I wish I could just give up, but you are all the reason I am still persevering. Anyways, I wish I can blog more but my tummy is singing wonderful songs. I shall head down to the kitchen now, byes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-8950285119962539684?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8950285119962539684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8950285119962539684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8950285119962539684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8950285119962539684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/12/kitty-kitty-cat.html' title='Kitty Kitty Cat'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbKbKgH6VWs/TvM1tCOaukI/AAAAAAAABlY/5doVRkr9o8M/s72-c/DSC02199%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-4049400929530511735</id><published>2011-12-16T02:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T02:55:57.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The minute you think of giving up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Think of the reason why you held on so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow, love has brought me back to this place; it takes much courage and confidence to begin with. Without it, love can never be fully expressed to it's fullest. This song reminded me once more of the step that I've decided to take with him 2 and a half years back. There was so many reasons for me to say no back then, but turns out to be every reason for me to say yes this moment. It may sound crazy; it may sound unrealistic, but you will never know until you find out. I must be kidding if I ever say that I'm not afraid of the future; of disappointments; of losing the one I love once more. But if I didn't choose to take this step closer back then, I would not have found the happiness that I have right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heartbeats fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Colors and promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How to be brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How can I love when I'm afraid to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But watching you stand alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of my doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly goes away somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One step closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have died everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Darling don't be afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time stands still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty I know she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will be brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will not let anything take away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What's standing in front of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every breath, every hour has come to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One step closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have died everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Darling don't be afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And all along I believed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time has brought your heart to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-4049400929530511735?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/4049400929530511735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=4049400929530511735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4049400929530511735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4049400929530511735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/12/thousand-more.html' title='A Thousand More'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1425280051911934423</id><published>2011-12-12T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:14:27.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brings Back Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The greatest thing you'll ever learn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Is to love and be loved in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This will be a very short post. As promised, I was suppose to blog about my day at Jayesslee's concert :) The concert was definitely graded 4/5 for me. From the host, opening performances to the performances from the twin sisters themselves. So here are the pictures, most of them ended up being cam whoring pictures cause our seats were close to the corners haha. But it was good! At least we were this close to them. Let's start off with my favourite picture of the day aite? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA2KbiyhnI8/TuYUv8Ra7ZI/AAAAAAAABkM/_DPxBhOUrZM/s1600/P1000156%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA2KbiyhnI8/TuYUv8Ra7ZI/AAAAAAAABkM/_DPxBhOUrZM/s640/P1000156%25281%2529.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XVXe7L8tPc/TuYUoFQCFLI/AAAAAAAABjk/TjzWrEgdJbg/s1600/P1000140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XVXe7L8tPc/TuYUoFQCFLI/AAAAAAAABjk/TjzWrEgdJbg/s640/P1000140.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bff and I bought Mcd to eat while waiting in line to enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbSCTjirc60/TuYUmPsUnRI/AAAAAAAABjc/wCQUUbfPzGY/s1600/P100015%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbSCTjirc60/TuYUmPsUnRI/AAAAAAAABjc/wCQUUbfPzGY/s640/P100015%25282%2529.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo-bombed! HAHA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSa0lexNcmA/TuYUriUwayI/AAAAAAAABj0/C24ADrCwATQ/s1600/P1000148%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSa0lexNcmA/TuYUriUwayI/AAAAAAAABj0/C24ADrCwATQ/s640/P1000148%25281%2529.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boyfriend who went with me as well &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fb-g2tS8Cck/TuYVsi77IHI/AAAAAAAABk8/q7WsVmO6BtE/s1600/P1000155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fb-g2tS8Cck/TuYVsi77IHI/AAAAAAAABk8/q7WsVmO6BtE/s640/P1000155.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest who went. Sheena and her friend too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg53rJ1_obw/TuYUqudlhMI/AAAAAAAABjs/CJTclFxRUjE/s1600/P1000144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg53rJ1_obw/TuYUqudlhMI/AAAAAAAABjs/CJTclFxRUjE/s640/P1000144.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The stage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qycJRvJogr4/TuYUztgrpYI/AAAAAAAABkc/t1NEh_WZqMg/s1600/P1000162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qycJRvJogr4/TuYUztgrpYI/AAAAAAAABkc/t1NEh_WZqMg/s640/P1000162.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MC of the day, Jin from Hitz fm. He was hilarious :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKqPmQHn4_I/TuYU7PL8jKI/AAAAAAAABk0/kAMoKi1S-Ao/s1600/P1000169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKqPmQHn4_I/TuYU7PL8jKI/AAAAAAAABk0/kAMoKi1S-Ao/s640/P1000169.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahCRCiKD1rU/TuYUtGrh9YI/AAAAAAAABj8/9Le29pO_WSg/s1600/P1000151%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahCRCiKD1rU/TuYUtGrh9YI/AAAAAAAABj8/9Le29pO_WSg/s640/P1000151%25281%2529.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest are just cam whoring pics while enjoying their music&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_rLr7piwBM/TuYUuUCbu3I/AAAAAAAABkE/O3fkrWVqnTk/s1600/P1000154%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_rLr7piwBM/TuYUuUCbu3I/AAAAAAAABkE/O3fkrWVqnTk/s640/P1000154%25281%2529.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vez_mZk8KVo/TuYUxVvMv_I/AAAAAAAABkU/rJ5s0Lm9NJg/s1600/P1000158%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vez_mZk8KVo/TuYUxVvMv_I/AAAAAAAABkU/rJ5s0Lm9NJg/s640/P1000158%25282%2529.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExqjYFswVa0/TuYU4m2qzSI/AAAAAAAABks/zy3XbDGs_zs/s1600/P1000168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExqjYFswVa0/TuYU4m2qzSI/AAAAAAAABks/zy3XbDGs_zs/s640/P1000168.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ended with the first song I heard from them. Officially missing you by Tamia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, that's it for now! Will update more on &lt;b&gt;my birthday celebration&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;bedazzled phone&lt;/b&gt; hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1425280051911934423?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1425280051911934423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1425280051911934423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1425280051911934423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1425280051911934423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-will-be-very-short-post.html' title='Brings Back Memories'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA2KbiyhnI8/TuYUv8Ra7ZI/AAAAAAAABkM/_DPxBhOUrZM/s72-c/P1000156%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8932703724777761628</id><published>2011-12-08T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:07:31.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love cannot be seen nor touched,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But must be felt in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MGT6PEBhzo/TuDWGhcM0MI/AAAAAAAABis/BZMV_E4nyjc/s1600/Recently+Updated.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MGT6PEBhzo/TuDWGhcM0MI/AAAAAAAABis/BZMV_E4nyjc/s640/Recently+Updated.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't believe in spending 24/7 together with your partner. Loving a person doesn't mean constantly dwelling into each other's presence because it blinds you; it actually doesn't. Instead, it opens up one's eyes to see the reality of unconditional love and pure commitment. Love is not all about sugary sweetness as we all have imagined but because of love, we are suppose to accept the other half the way he or she is. Most of us never seems to understand this as we keep trying and trying to change our partner to be what we want them to be. It is not about finding the perfect men or women to fit your criteria. If you're still searching, let me tell you that you're most likely unable to find this right person to be with for the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is by living the moment that you get to spend together that causes us to appreciate the time we manage to get to see one another. Because as days, months and years pass by, these days will set us a reminder of how much we truly love one another despite how busy we may get in life. I believe that even married couples face the same situations as any other; but marriage is not all about love anymore. Couples that have divorced did not bare in mind of the plans they have together in the future, providing for one another's needs whether it is emotional, physical or spiritual, and sacrificing their dreams for one another. However it may be, married couples too need to have their time alone to realize the importance of one another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joshua has been there for me for the past years. Looking back at all the days that I cried and suffered with confusion with life, he was like a walking word of wisdom to me whether he realized it or not. He took care of me when no one did; brought me breakfast, lunch, dinner or supper, you name it; drove me around when I needed him to despite the distance; bought me lots of goodies to cheer me up or surprise me cause he knows I love it. &lt;b&gt;I mean seriously, I have an amazing boyfriend and I'm proud to show it.&lt;/b&gt; I know I have high expectations to reach but he seems to be the extraordinary; in a very different perspective. I remember when we first gave each other a chance to work this out, I told myself that this would probably not last long because he was not exactly what I expected him to be back then. But somewhere in my heart gave it in anyways and it turns out, I was totally wrong. He is EXACTLY what I love my man to be without knowing. He has changed my perspective in love and the way we should search and respond to it. So after all these whiles, I was searching for the wrong people at the wrong places with the wrong reasons. It shook me real hard and has definitely awaken me to see the reality from my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6X4NErTgrPk/TuDgkPsUMkI/AAAAAAAABjU/1hQ77CWGcRg/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+dfhf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6X4NErTgrPk/TuDgkPsUMkI/AAAAAAAABjU/1hQ77CWGcRg/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+dfhf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing that works for us is that, despite our total differences in lifestyle and culture; we are very similar on the inside. We share similar beliefs and &amp;nbsp;goals that set us apart from others in life. Our views and opinions meets and it makes us stronger as we build each other up with encouragement and confidence. We believe that instead of seeing each other day and night, giving each other space would help in our relationship. We believe that being in a relationship need not be mushy and sweet words all the time; there are times of seriousness as well. We believe that it is impossible to love one another 24/7 but because of pure commitment and God's love. We believe that it is unnecessary to spend so much on each other in an on-going relationship; as it doesn't prove of your loyalty towards one another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that he doesn't pamper me all the time; knowing that I need a little push in life sometimes to succeed, he makes the effort to do so eventhough he loves me enough to do it for me. I love that he doesn't always make me happy; as it makes me realize that we are all just humans and how crazy my mood swings may be sometimes and it's unbearable. I love that he doesn't pay for everything but most of the time, he does; shows that I do put in some effort sometimes in the relationship as it is a two way street. I love that he cares for my family members as well; shows that they do mean something to him besides having a good relationship with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's weird how we slowly alter into each other's characters but amusing at the same time. We laugh and joke about one another when we realize the times that we imitated each other's habits unconsciously. The way we talk; the way we joke; the way we think; hopefully not the way we laugh haha. But this relationship has truly made me believe that he may be the right one for me, my Mr Right. Long gone are the days that I seek for someone who understands me inside and out and yet loves me back for who I am. It is like spending time with your best friend, but different; he's my lover as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, he's probably in his Muay Thai class now and I'm happily blogging right here. Honestly, I'm not able to read where our future will stand but at least we look forward to it everyday now that we know what we want. &amp;nbsp;Always remind ourselves that being in a relationship/marriage is not about getting something in return, but it's about giving the best that you can for the one you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-8932703724777761628?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8932703724777761628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8932703724777761628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8932703724777761628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8932703724777761628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/12/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MGT6PEBhzo/TuDWGhcM0MI/AAAAAAAABis/BZMV_E4nyjc/s72-c/Recently+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-479050291264785788</id><published>2011-12-03T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:59:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey Like No Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsW_EgGs_3A/Ttk4eq1HTEI/AAAAAAAABiQ/F-pW3LYz78Q/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photohdd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsW_EgGs_3A/Ttk4eq1HTEI/AAAAAAAABiQ/F-pW3LYz78Q/s640/FotoFlexer_Photohdd.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey ho! Finally, I am done with my finals. Eventhough it only lasted for 3 days, felt like ages to me. Hopefully all my studying pays off. No words can describe how stressful I was for the pass weeks; especially knowing that I'd be 20 next year and I needed to work extra hard since I'd slacked for a year while everyone was already studying. Well, you have no idea. And it has definitely been a long journey for me. An indescribable one; one that I'd never thought I would experience. I realized that I've always been pampered by everyone around me. And now I would have to learn to pick myself up whenever someone tries pushing me down. It is not easy because I'd never felt so depressed and alone before. Always knowing that someone will be there to protect me seems to mold me into this vulnerable person; but I have conquered it. Nothing's gonna stop me from doing greater things in my future. It's my life; my choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd promised myself not to only write when I'm sad, I suppose it's a very bad habit of mine. Reading back all my previous post, makes me sound unappreciative of my life and that's not how I want to live it. God has given us this life to do great things and be grateful of. Not knowing what's gonna happen in our future despite happiness or sorrows, isn't that what makes us anticipate more in life? When I'm 30 years old, I want to reread my blog knowing that I have achieve something in life. Doesn't matter if I became the wealthiest person on earth or not; as long I'd never look back in life with regrets. That would be success to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, one chapter of my life has ended; another awaits. What should I expect in life now? It's a good question; because I'm clueless myself. Seeing people around me with wonderful goals and dreams in life makes me envious sometimes as I wonder what I would be in the society when I grow up. Would I end up being a normal employee trying to stay alive from morning traffics? Or would I end up being someone important in society that could make a difference? My paths seems to be a blur to me since finals have ended; but I hope I could do so much more. So much more than I could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet there is so much I need to be grateful for. My boyfriend who has always been there for me; always had faith in me with the things that I do. It's hard to always be the responsible one; trying to keep up. But with him in my presence, I'm allowed to be myself once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZYGM-0V19g/TtmSrQXIStI/AAAAAAAABik/KmKkxlOAIp0/s1600/DSC01993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZYGM-0V19g/TtmSrQXIStI/AAAAAAAABik/KmKkxlOAIp0/s640/DSC01993.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time does not wait for me and you. So it's time to bath my Colin boy! Alright, story you some other time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-479050291264785788?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/479050291264785788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=479050291264785788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/479050291264785788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/479050291264785788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/12/journey-like-no-other.html' title='Journey Like No Other'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsW_EgGs_3A/Ttk4eq1HTEI/AAAAAAAABiQ/F-pW3LYz78Q/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photohdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5191403871501779819</id><published>2011-11-29T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:11:03.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmiRRhTeGZo/TtO9kw65XII/AAAAAAAABg4/tb9FRTQOJAI/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+hfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmiRRhTeGZo/TtO9kw65XII/AAAAAAAABg4/tb9FRTQOJAI/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+hfd.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize that I blog more when I'm unhappy. And it is true because I'm unable to express myself. Whether if it is through words or emotions. No one will ever understand how depressed I am right now. Probably God does. And I hope He reads this. I have no where else to go to. Have you ever felt like you're stuck in an empty box trying to escape but have no idea how to. Yeah, when life gets the best of you. You know you're the only person that can get yourself back up. And I'm on the floor right now, knowing that I need to get up quick but somehow my body refuses to do so. I'm just lying there like a dead corpse, how pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when people around you takes advantage of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when your family aren't in good condition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when your home is not a home anymore?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when you have no sense of direction in life like others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when responsibilities starts building up and you have no idea how to face it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when emotions start wearing off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when all those smiles and laughter are hidden with burdens and sorrows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only me. No more and no less. And am able to do only my best. But when best is not enough anymore, I have the rights to break down and cry. Imperfections. Flaws. Mistakes. Turns out to be the definition of me. I can't seem to reach out no longer. Like an overstretched rubber band. Useless to everyone. What am I to do? Nothing seems to work anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's close to the end of another chapter. A very sucky one indeed. One that I'd never want to be reminded of. But I can't give up just yet. Finishing this lap took me so much effort and ending it here would seem such a waste. But somehow, a part of me wants to stay in this moment despite how terrible I feel right now. Because I know, the next chapter is waiting for me and it isn't any easier. Getting a job after graduating, hopefully would help enlighten my own burdens. Making the decision to pay for my own studies in Uni, hopefully would enlighten my parent's burden. Responsibilities, hopefully God is with me through it all. I know I can't carry it all with my bare hands. Too small, too fragile, too gentle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know most of us go through personal problems as well. Some may even face more problems than I do right now. And most of you would probably tell me to cheer up and appreciate life as it is. I understand and definitely am not against that. Because I myself too advice people in that manner when everything seems to be in order in my life. But it is not, right now. This feeling that I have, nothing can compare. And it may look like a rant to you, but to me is the only way to release myself from these thoughts at a time like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh life. When will the world turn around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-5191403871501779819?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5191403871501779819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=5191403871501779819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5191403871501779819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5191403871501779819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/11/over-you.html' title='Over You'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmiRRhTeGZo/TtO9kw65XII/AAAAAAAABg4/tb9FRTQOJAI/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+hfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5885615583245095236</id><published>2011-11-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:20:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't focus on what you have left behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or you will never be able to see what lies ahead of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As promised before, I will post about my trip to Singapore back in August. I know, I'm such a lazy bum when it comes to this. But I finally did it! That's the awesome part of it, no? :) It has already been 3 months since then. Well, this was a very impromptu trip to S'pore because our main purpose was for Ling's graduation from City Harvest Bible College. So proud of her, btw!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdrY_bEnUYQ/Ts5moG6PXtI/AAAAAAAABfk/euXoIJ2ykhw/s1600/IMG_7106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdrY_bEnUYQ/Ts5moG6PXtI/AAAAAAAABfk/euXoIJ2ykhw/s640/IMG_7106.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But since I planned to go for her graduation, why not go for a vacation as well right? See, I'm so smart. Started off wondering who to bring for this trip, because I didn't wanna go alone. That would be kind of boring. So that is why the boyfriend and bff of mine ended up accompanying me in this trip hahaha. I know they awesome &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D6Dk6WIoUw/Ts5m9FaFRNI/AAAAAAAABfs/p92D3yUhsS8/s1600/page1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D6Dk6WIoUw/Ts5m9FaFRNI/AAAAAAAABfs/p92D3yUhsS8/s640/page1.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, my dad came along as well la. He wanted to visit my aunt, so he drove us down. Not bad what. Free transport to S'pore, all we need is our unexpired password. So we booked our Universal Studio S'pore tickets back at home before leaving because I was told that they have limited tickets sold per day. Interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2uMi6VyA_s/Ts5noc9bYOI/AAAAAAAABf0/qi6Ekv8-Gxg/s1600/IMG_6879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2uMi6VyA_s/Ts5noc9bYOI/AAAAAAAABf0/qi6Ekv8-Gxg/s640/IMG_6879.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have us, enjoying our time in USS. I tell you, I love the roller coasters so much! Bff was so afraid, so it was only me and the boyfriend who sat the crazy rides. Eventhough I was jumping around in my line and everyone was practically staring at me but who cares. I was afraid too but I love the excitement!! Show you the crazy ride - Battlestar Galactica. Btw, it's a duel roller coaster ride. The good verses the evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXgyHdbIeIM/Ts5ouF9OprI/AAAAAAAABf8/yanMEdDrIys/s1600/IMG_6948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXgyHdbIeIM/Ts5ouF9OprI/AAAAAAAABf8/yanMEdDrIys/s640/IMG_6948.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically we had tons of fun there. You all should go as well! Besides that, we went shopping hehe. How can it be a vacation without shopping right? :) I tell you, &lt;strike&gt;everything&lt;/strike&gt; well most of the things are like $10 at Bugis Street. Omg, I'm so going back to shop in S'pore next year. This is the proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCH5l2qI_z4/Ts5qe4e3HCI/AAAAAAAABgE/a_mbSSzh9x0/s1600/IMG_7168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCH5l2qI_z4/Ts5qe4e3HCI/AAAAAAAABgE/a_mbSSzh9x0/s640/IMG_7168.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqMaWQNEx8c/Ts5qfsDnMkI/AAAAAAAABgI/TTwgeTzMw7w/s1600/IMG_7172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqMaWQNEx8c/Ts5qfsDnMkI/AAAAAAAABgI/TTwgeTzMw7w/s640/IMG_7172.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of those shopping pictures were taken by the boyfriend because me and bff practically walked in and out of every shop like nobody's business haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7SoU-VuqTQ/Ts5qhoG2K3I/AAAAAAAABgc/LhAZxvwNJUk/s1600/IMG_7177+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7SoU-VuqTQ/Ts5qhoG2K3I/AAAAAAAABgc/LhAZxvwNJUk/s640/IMG_7177+-+Copy.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There we have my favorite $1 ice cream since I was a little girl. Yes, must be $1 and must be from Singapore also haha. Seriously loved it. But before finishing my post of my awesome trip to S'pore, guess who we met along the way? Omg, this makes the trip x1000000000 times more awesome that it already was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D88LOzFGj6U/Ts5sXQxlpbI/AAAAAAAABgk/3TKxeL1cCJw/s1600/IMG_7044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D88LOzFGj6U/Ts5sXQxlpbI/AAAAAAAABgk/3TKxeL1cCJw/s640/IMG_7044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, this is the only picture I have of the 3 of us. Well, our first time together in another country! Hehehehe &amp;lt;3 Besides that, we even met up with Cheryl. It was great to see her again. Had a lunch meet up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MxQc3qddLU/Ts5sv1C4SVI/AAAAAAAABgs/BsSXv1F9It8/s1600/IMG_7055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MxQc3qddLU/Ts5sv1C4SVI/AAAAAAAABgs/BsSXv1F9It8/s640/IMG_7055.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaa, so there you have it. My awesome trip to S'pore :) I really hope to go there again next year. And maybe, just maybe. I'll be able to see Xiaxue or Qiu Qiu hahahahaha *dreams* Anyways, till next time when I post about my Jayesslee concert experience and other funz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-5885615583245095236?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5885615583245095236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=5885615583245095236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5885615583245095236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5885615583245095236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-in-time.html' title='Back In Time'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdrY_bEnUYQ/Ts5moG6PXtI/AAAAAAAABfk/euXoIJ2ykhw/s72-c/IMG_7106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1630853818882239647</id><published>2011-11-05T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:52:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Live the life you have imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8pR7u2i64s/TrTacGYsYcI/AAAAAAAABfc/NrvYQ4NfAEY/s1600/IMG_6948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8pR7u2i64s/TrTacGYsYcI/AAAAAAAABfc/NrvYQ4NfAEY/s640/IMG_6948.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay okay, you caught me. I'm running away from my assignments :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaaah, this is pathetic. I can't believe I already wrote 7 essays and I still have 3 more essays to go. How can this be. And yet I am here bragging about it. I NEED BRAIN JUICE. MORE. I guess this is the life of a college student. Being all stressed up, losing much hair, pimples and eating to release all that tense. Boohoo. So much for awesome November. I'll make sure my kids are born in the beginning or middle of the year. Or else they'd suffer like I do. Anyways, classes have been kinda bleh to me. Assignments assignments quizzes assignments presentations. Everyone is rushing because we're about to finish our finals and graduation. How I long for that day to arrive faster. Admitting I'm already gonna be another year older, I guess it's a good thing after all. And I really hope of getting new experiences in uni life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I have alot of thoughts running through my mind. I don't just wanna be an ordinary girl who works in the cooperate world, trying to survive with the economical and technological changes in this world. I wanna be someone, even if not noticed, but someone who would help make this world a slight better than before. But I don't know how. I heard friends who'd wanna be a dentist so that they can go into the mission field and serve people with free services. Some who'd wanna be a lawyer to serve the community and gain some rights from there. Or even some who'd be a doctor so that they can go and help at places that are suffering from famine. So, what would I wanna be? What can I be? I don't know yet. God, please reveal it to me for you know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall hit back my books, reports and assignments now!&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Update blog on my Singapore trip and Jayesslee concert :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-1630853818882239647?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1630853818882239647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1630853818882239647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1630853818882239647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1630853818882239647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/11/run-to-you.html' title='Run To You'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8pR7u2i64s/TrTacGYsYcI/AAAAAAAABfc/NrvYQ4NfAEY/s72-c/IMG_6948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1473689984796149777</id><published>2011-11-01T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:06:45.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't cry because it's over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Smile because it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_iIc_BWfcU/Tq_8qmO4f2I/AAAAAAAABfE/6H6fL-2CDuw/s1600/P1000154%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_iIc_BWfcU/Tq_8qmO4f2I/AAAAAAAABfE/6H6fL-2CDuw/s640/P1000154%25281%2529.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so my 19th birthday is coming. I don't know what to expect. It's my last year of being a teen. Wow, days just pass by so fast when you're enjoying with loved ones. Sooner or later, everyone will start studying oversea. Leaving great memories back here in M'sia. I can't wait till it's my turn. Gosh the future sounds scary huh? But that's the fun of it. You'll never what to expect. Adventure! I'm so ready for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, my #wishlist to be achieved by the time I turn 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. New phone ( Just had to put it down, eventhough I know I'm getting one soon hehe )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. New specs ( My old one is so annoying.. pfft )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Pretty camera ( Yes, I still want this! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. More shoes ( Gaaah, whai so tempting... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Clarasonic Plus ( This is a MUST! Zomg )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Facial steamer/sauna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Give me hair extensions/treatment please kthxbai. ( I want long-er hair/better hair )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;New vintage handbag ( My brown one is tearing apart sobz. Hopefully I can get one similar to this )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. A few spaghetti straps in different colours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Epilator ( I'd be a happy girl if I own this hehehe )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, what should I ask my parents to get me? I really want......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1473689984796149777?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1473689984796149777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1473689984796149777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1473689984796149777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1473689984796149777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/11/wishlist.html' title='#Wishlist'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_iIc_BWfcU/Tq_8qmO4f2I/AAAAAAAABfE/6H6fL-2CDuw/s72-c/P1000154%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-6862421890771147331</id><published>2011-10-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T17:53:26.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In this life, we cannot do great things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We can only do small things, with great love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9n9H_KaamOY/TpVjOUPQYDI/AAAAAAAABew/GCGxSy7Drc4/s1600/DSC01950%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9n9H_KaamOY/TpVjOUPQYDI/AAAAAAAABew/GCGxSy7Drc4/s640/DSC01950%25281%2529.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never walked on water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felt the waves beneath my feet but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At &amp;nbsp;your Word Lord, I'll receive Your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith to walk on oceans deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I remember how You found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In that very same place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my failings surely would have drown me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But You made a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus you're the reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kneeling again at Your throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Where would I be without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here in my life, here in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have said that all the heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing for joy at one who finds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way to freedom, truth of Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought from death into His life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I remember how You saw me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through the eyes of Your grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thought the cost was Your beloved for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still You made a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God. Boyfriend. Grace. Poh Yi. Darren. Mei Ki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reasons why I live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-6862421890771147331?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/6862421890771147331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=6862421890771147331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6862421890771147331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6862421890771147331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/10/here-in-my-life.html' title='Here In My Life'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9n9H_KaamOY/TpVjOUPQYDI/AAAAAAAABew/GCGxSy7Drc4/s72-c/DSC01950%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-2492924606268416478</id><published>2011-10-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:21:28.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes It Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It ain't what they call you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But what you answer to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kH_J7NiKN4M/TpB4dwvxTLI/AAAAAAAABes/6JctAmbHurU/s1600/DSC01929%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kH_J7NiKN4M/TpB4dwvxTLI/AAAAAAAABes/6JctAmbHurU/s640/DSC01929%25281%2529.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've not been happy, I've been really sensitive lately. With the ones I love most, and I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-2492924606268416478?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/2492924606268416478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=2492924606268416478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2492924606268416478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2492924606268416478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-it-hurts.html' title='Sometimes It Hurts'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kH_J7NiKN4M/TpB4dwvxTLI/AAAAAAAABes/6JctAmbHurU/s72-c/DSC01929%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-6639398332963068296</id><published>2011-10-06T01:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T01:19:17.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fail and keep trying, cause it's not the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It only matters how you finish.&amp;nbsp;Are you gonna finish strong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3JImLhCCgM/ToyOeRaaR2I/AAAAAAAABeo/k8yUIQMrS5A/s1600/294104_10150269822380326_726490325_7849036_4474629_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3JImLhCCgM/ToyOeRaaR2I/AAAAAAAABeo/k8yUIQMrS5A/s640/294104_10150269822380326_726490325_7849036_4474629_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'd usually start with a guilty beginning saying how busy I've been with life and that I had no time to write down memories of my life. Well, I won't be doing that today because it's gonna be the same old crap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I know, today is not one of the best day I've had so far. Despite the fact that my presentation and quiz today was good. Well, the rest was just fudged up and there's so many things running in my mind right now. Sometimes &amp;nbsp;I just wonder, why am I even doing what I'm doing. Yes, I don't make sense. But who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sick of living up to people's expectations. Being so drawn into what they say or think and actually fell for it. It always ponders me, why do they care so much of this. Is there nothing else in life more interesting than to ruin one's. Or maybe it's just me being very lack of confidence of myself. My body. My hair. My posture. And even the way I speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Low Self Esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's sucks. I've got to admit. And people around me seems to be so confident with themselves, their abilities, beauty and talents. It sucks. Or is everyone else just like me? Trying so hard to survive in this world so that they would accept you the way that you are. I can't answer you that. You have to figure that out yourself. But for me, I've finally raised up my white flags and surrendered. I can't keep up with this anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing that every second of every minute of every hour of every day, someone might be out there talking about how freaking chubby you are, or how short you are, or how not right your hair is or even the awkward slang that you have pisses me off. Because sometimes I look back at myself and see nothing much than an ordinary girl with no talents or whatsoever trying to be someone that she's not. And I am definitely not proud of it. I'm sorry if I offended anyone, but at this point of time I seriously do not want to care about what you think. And if this means that I'm arrogant, be it. As long I'm living life as it is and that I'm enjoying life as it is. Why not? Why would I risk my life for a pathetic critic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, saying all that I can say. These are just words. I'd probably still be dwelling in the midst of everyone's thoughts of me. Sucks having a brain like mine. Not forgetting that one moment someone calls you chubby or says that your hair is too dry or your skin has uneven tones and that's weird. I still remember those words and as much as it hurts me, I do my best to ignore them. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;As if I don't realize it, thanks for noticing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;As much as I love seeing pictures of pretty girls with long legs and big eyes, I can't because I'm born this way. So why do I even bother again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just because I walk around with good English, heels, colored long hair and 'not-to-bad' clothes on my body, doesn't mean you can hurt me with your critical words. So find someone else to annoy. Cause I'm so through with this, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just stay away from me, you thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-6639398332963068296?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/6639398332963068296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=6639398332963068296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6639398332963068296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6639398332963068296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-time-ago.html' title='Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3JImLhCCgM/ToyOeRaaR2I/AAAAAAAABeo/k8yUIQMrS5A/s72-c/294104_10150269822380326_726490325_7849036_4474629_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7809165197542433474</id><published>2011-04-16T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:44:29.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Like Glue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Our greatest glory is not in never failing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But in rising up every time we fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjBKM6NTFFM/TammFJ1j4nI/AAAAAAAABcc/rWMnwRQrixo/s1600/DSC01220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjBKM6NTFFM/TammFJ1j4nI/AAAAAAAABcc/rWMnwRQrixo/s640/DSC01220.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay okay, I've been slacking a lot in blogging. Yes, that's what I've said in my previous post. Well, I have good reasons ok. But sometimes I still wonder what I've been doing most of my time. Seems to me, my bed has the most memories with me boohoo. Yes I know I am very anti-social. You can't blame me for always being so tired and sleepy every single time :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, why don't I just start updating WHOEVER that still reads my blog with what I've been up to alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D72X4YEMRuA/TamoR0Z-PYI/AAAAAAAABcg/rR0vfMuCcdY/s1600/DSC00967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D72X4YEMRuA/TamoR0Z-PYI/AAAAAAAABcg/rR0vfMuCcdY/s640/DSC00967.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-y-wUtG_Pk/TamoUvApHyI/AAAAAAAABck/gtlr4tKxb_U/s1600/DSC00934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-y-wUtG_Pk/TamoUvApHyI/AAAAAAAABck/gtlr4tKxb_U/s640/DSC00934.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he first arrived at my place, he went into all our rooms to check it out haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-No1LtyWxNYc/TamoZ8Uc9yI/AAAAAAAABco/Gw0ot7easCI/s1600/DSC01052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-No1LtyWxNYc/TamoZ8Uc9yI/AAAAAAAABco/Gw0ot7easCI/s640/DSC01052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boyfriend fooling around with him. Hilarious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCvxZ6D3Aao/TamobhXHIAI/AAAAAAAABcs/meoDYXq11jU/s1600/DSC01027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCvxZ6D3Aao/TamobhXHIAI/AAAAAAAABcs/meoDYXq11jU/s640/DSC01027.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, if you guys have seen my Facebook. You would have known that there's a new member added into my family recently - Colin boy &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥ Well, he's really a bundle of joy to my family, especially me &amp;amp; boyfriend. Even though my family was reluctant to have him at the beginning, but now it seems to me that they all are enjoying his accompany more than I do! I have assignments to finish ok boohoo. Oh, did I mention that my boyfriend got Colin for me :) He's the sweetest, I mean my boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIA0OZ5k0vA/Tamq2IIBOLI/AAAAAAAABcw/LTzjdGTwLE4/s1600/208203_10150212552924359_771624358_8421838_6755870_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIA0OZ5k0vA/Tamq2IIBOLI/AAAAAAAABcw/LTzjdGTwLE4/s640/208203_10150212552924359_771624358_8421838_6755870_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Besides that, I've been busy with Children Church recently since it's Creative Month. And also since Easter Sunday is coming up, our kids are going to do a presentation!! Woohoo I can't wait :) They all seems to be hyped up about it as well. So let's just pray that not only the kids will enjoy, but even the congregation will enjoy and glorify Jesus' name as well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZGD6RkTCq8/TamsNeJ1PII/AAAAAAAABc4/FAr83PH27B0/s1600/197424_10150173108634359_771624358_8302506_560572_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZGD6RkTCq8/TamsNeJ1PII/AAAAAAAABc4/FAr83PH27B0/s640/197424_10150173108634359_771624358_8302506_560572_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N14B2fu46CU/TamsMVxSgdI/AAAAAAAABc0/DbYpGz794tw/s1600/164563_10150133115124359_771624358_7855875_1687231_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N14B2fu46CU/TamsMVxSgdI/AAAAAAAABc0/DbYpGz794tw/s640/164563_10150133115124359_771624358_7855875_1687231_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;College life has been quite stressful for me :\ Now I'd like to take back my words when I told my brother that I'll definitely enjoy my college life even before I started yet ._. Well, it's not about the college or the assignments or the fact that I have to study so much more to get my grades up. It's just....... sigh pathetic. But I still remember to always praise God for all the wonders and blessings that He has provided for me. So far, my course marks are above average. SO FAR! Presentations seems to be pretty good and surprisingly not freaked out by the assignments that could practically drown me alive. Besides that, I've been really good with managing my time to study, assignments and church. God is good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9K1_u5Hg7h0/TamzLYePgCI/AAAAAAAABc8/pKRXdg-WV-M/s1600/DSC01166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9K1_u5Hg7h0/TamzLYePgCI/AAAAAAAABc8/pKRXdg-WV-M/s640/DSC01166.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39C1ik0BPTo/TamzNbOch0I/AAAAAAAABdA/V49VHY-eHQ8/s1600/DSC01169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39C1ik0BPTo/TamzNbOch0I/AAAAAAAABdA/V49VHY-eHQ8/s640/DSC01169.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p9oZPtBoBBQ/TamzQbG8xqI/AAAAAAAABdE/DtblmUT58YU/s1600/DSC01176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p9oZPtBoBBQ/TamzQbG8xqI/AAAAAAAABdE/DtblmUT58YU/s640/DSC01176.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first durian! Super proud okay ngehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILSHnOEOOTw/TamzYuvUzyI/AAAAAAAABdM/ZYK8n0Ffns8/s1600/DSC01187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILSHnOEOOTw/TamzYuvUzyI/AAAAAAAABdM/ZYK8n0Ffns8/s640/DSC01187.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lo6B6oxzlw/TamzbgNUgBI/AAAAAAAABdU/s2qOExCcsXw/s1600/DSC01189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lo6B6oxzlw/TamzbgNUgBI/AAAAAAAABdU/s2qOExCcsXw/s640/DSC01189.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlBVRMcUpAs/TamzeK5gMrI/AAAAAAAABdc/cD1UrV25_Ko/s1600/DSC01191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlBVRMcUpAs/TamzeK5gMrI/AAAAAAAABdc/cD1UrV25_Ko/s640/DSC01191.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlSpc3MgMr0/Tamze2mla5I/AAAAAAAABdg/zWDOvi382X0/s1600/DSC01210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlSpc3MgMr0/Tamze2mla5I/AAAAAAAABdg/zWDOvi382X0/s640/DSC01210.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oMwUAWs9yA/Tamzfwvuc6I/AAAAAAAABdk/G3RInyBnKMs/s1600/DSC01216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oMwUAWs9yA/Tamzfwvuc6I/AAAAAAAABdk/G3RInyBnKMs/s640/DSC01216.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom said that this reminded her of Spongebob HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0NEn8sr62E/TamzhExFsWI/AAAAAAAABdo/nZMx8aFBnVY/s1600/DSC01229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0NEn8sr62E/TamzhExFsWI/AAAAAAAABdo/nZMx8aFBnVY/s640/DSC01229.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bff came later on &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2b9kWMko6_M/TamziFB-1_I/AAAAAAAABds/-c0jHrkg7S4/s1600/DSC01230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2b9kWMko6_M/TamziFB-1_I/AAAAAAAABds/-c0jHrkg7S4/s640/DSC01230.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early in the morning, I woke up to the wind breeze from my air con and the chirping of cute little birds outside my window. Okay okay, it wasn't early in the morning. But the air con was really on and there were birds chirping their way outside my window okay. Well, I started my journey to &lt;b&gt;Tanjung Malim&lt;/b&gt;, this place called &lt;b&gt;Refreshing Spring&lt;/b&gt; around 2pm few Fridays ago. And let me tell you to not judge a book by it's cover! Even though the traveling distance in there took forever! And there is not even a proper road for you to drive on during the journey, well it is all worth it when you arrive to it's destination point :) It was fun while it lasted. Oh, you can see from the pictures that it's also a durian orchard O-M-G right. Super awesome, plus the river is seriously refreshing. Now I believe, that when they say refreshing. They literally meant it haha. I nearly forgot to mention the purpose of going there!! Hahahaha well, besides having a vacation, we were all actually there to eat durians! LOL -.- Okay okay, we were there for Leader's Retreat Camp. I enjoyed myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh one more thing, I know my brother freaking lost damn a lot of weight right!! Jealous much &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqFq0sj6Pp0/Tam2LNUc3SI/AAAAAAAABdw/3hhtKFsjbE0/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+17263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqFq0sj6Pp0/Tam2LNUc3SI/AAAAAAAABdw/3hhtKFsjbE0/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+17263.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Rachel &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, wish me &lt;strike&gt;luck&lt;/strike&gt;. Wait, blessings! Finals for my first semester is this coming week. I am so nervous yet excited omg, for a person who haven't been seating for exams for the pass one year. Yes, don't judge me haha. Well, I guess I won't be updating till I am done with exams. Tata for now, people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7809165197542433474?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7809165197542433474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7809165197542433474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7809165197542433474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7809165197542433474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/04/stuck-like-glue.html' title='Stuck Like Glue'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjBKM6NTFFM/TammFJ1j4nI/AAAAAAAABcc/rWMnwRQrixo/s72-c/DSC01220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-6497655512503632388</id><published>2011-02-27T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:50:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Drowned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you love something, let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If it comes back to you, it's yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If not, it never was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ans6yO3cV-U/TWk5aPa1baI/AAAAAAAABcI/iY9q5TEBDf8/s1600/180620_10150143339164359_771624358_8006119_8192045_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ans6yO3cV-U/TWk5aPa1baI/AAAAAAAABcI/iY9q5TEBDf8/s640/180620_10150143339164359_771624358_8006119_8192045_n.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's gonna die..... I meant my blog. I know I know, I've been really busy ever since college started. Well, it's kinda expected that everyone who goes to college would end up bragging about how much assignments and studying they'd need to do. But so far for the pass 1 &amp;amp; a half months, I've enjoyed studying and doing all my assignments before my due dates. Well, and obviously still able to attend church on Saturdays and Sundays yet hang out with friends on weekdays and beloved boyfriend on weekends. I am quite satisfied with my time management. I am also doing quite well with my studies. I didn't know I could pull it off after taking a break from studies for a year. Well, I couldn't have done it without God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has provided so much for me, but couldn't realize it until right this moment as I sit down to type this blog out. I guess it's not a bad thing to have this blog going on after all. Friends in college have been awesome. I've made a bunch of them and boy, I love them to bits already. Just a reminder that I'd post up this advertisement video my group did as an assignment for CT class. It's hilarious and mainly cause I edited it myself heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you're wondering how I'm doing in my relationship with boyfriend? Well, it's not perfect. Nothing is, but we're holding on. Commitment is the key to a strong relationship. Okay, maybe some love as wel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;l. I can't stop thinking about how&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he keeps convincing me that everyday is valentine's day and that we don't have to buy gifts for one another on THAT day just to prove that we love one another haha. Random, I know. That's just the way I love him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, it's time to hit the bed. Church tomorrow morning! Night peeps :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-6497655512503632388?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/6497655512503632388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=6497655512503632388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6497655512503632388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6497655512503632388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/02/drowned-if-you-love-something-let-it-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ans6yO3cV-U/TWk5aPa1baI/AAAAAAAABcI/iY9q5TEBDf8/s72-c/180620_10150143339164359_771624358_8006119_8192045_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-777270312915961069</id><published>2011-01-31T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:23:26.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Red &amp;amp; Lacey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There is no love without forgiveness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And no forgiveness without love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TUWey9fkCsI/AAAAAAAABb8/RHkmKbK4fMM/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+hu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TUWey9fkCsI/AAAAAAAABb8/RHkmKbK4fMM/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+hu.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'd be lying if you ever say that you loved a person 24/7. That would most probably the biggest lie you ever told. Basically, loving a person at it's deepest at one point wouldn't mean that you will not &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; that person the next moment. But it's the commitment one has for the other that keeps the relationship going on strong. I've been struggling with that recently. I have to admit, Missy talk-it-all doesn't think that being committed is as easy typing it out in this blog. And if it were to be that easy, there wouldn't be a word called divorce in our dictionary or simply hearts being broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time, you hear the same old stories about one person leaving another with so many reasons. Even some that we'd never heard before. But it all goes back to questioning yourself, "Could you handle it? Could you?". It would be sweet for the first few months being together, and that's typical. Everyone knows that. But when waves of burden, anger, frustration, unsatisfactory and sadness comes your way, what would you do? Would you just ignore the fact that it will be there no matter where you go or at least face the fact even knowing that there is no solution to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really struggle. At times, I really don't wanna care about it anymore. And feel that everything will be a-o-kay if we'd just leave it as it is and move on. But what's the point, really? Finding another person, falling in love again, realizing that that person's not perfect enough for you and down goes to the drain. It's just gonna be a cycle, really. Until you face the fact, it is gonna be the same. I keep telling myself that, not to give up (x100000000)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.........................................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, I know I don't express as much as I'm suppose to. To tell you the truth, I'm afraid that if I were to express too much that it may seem like as if I need you way more than you need me. As if I want you way more than you want me. As if I'm some lonely, attention-seeking, desperate girl. But I see that I've been so used to it, bottling up too much of my feelings towards you and that's not healthy for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I  still can't find a reason from you to leave you. But there is a million  reasons coming out from me, my mistakes that made me think twice  sometimes. I am so selfish to keep such a good man with me, but yet you  forgive me each time. I couldn't even afford to forgive myself when I  talk to you, but you did. You would still hold my hand and tell me that  you love me. I love you too. Should I be selfish and keep you all to  myself? I really want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua Jireh Len, you're really amazing. It's just impossible to leave you, I've tried but couldn't. You always have your way to bring me back to you. I mean, who would still love me wholeheartedly after the mistakes I've done to hurt you in the past? And who would still say that it's his fault when obviously it was mine? And who would drive down all the way from Sri Petaling just to meet his girl in this congested area which he hates? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise I'd show you how much more I long to spend time with you, just  that glance would make me smile. No matter how annoyed I am of you  sometimes, I promise I'd really really really really try to accept it  because I do love you just the way you are. I just have to remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-777270312915961069?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/777270312915961069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=777270312915961069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/777270312915961069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/777270312915961069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-lacey-there-is-no-love-without.html' title='2 in the morning'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TUWey9fkCsI/AAAAAAAABb8/RHkmKbK4fMM/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+hu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-3492103502454731451</id><published>2011-01-05T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:01:32.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raised me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wisdom is Given by God, not Learned.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;As a result of getting something we don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But rather of recognizing &amp;amp; appreciating what we do have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSQXM5ViLlI/AAAAAAAABb4/i5ycLz2F-Tg/s1600/36392_407098300682_532280682_4963456_7526865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSQXM5ViLlI/AAAAAAAABb4/i5ycLz2F-Tg/s640/36392_407098300682_532280682_4963456_7526865_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGBLIFieFI/AAAAAAAABbI/FiCWxHqwlbQ/s1600/73129_465204928570_566548570_5542276_965334_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGBLIFieFI/AAAAAAAABbI/FiCWxHqwlbQ/s640/73129_465204928570_566548570_5542276_965334_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, I wanna thank my 청소년 목회자 and 목사님의 아내 for your support in my life. I have learned so much from both of you in the year 2010. I used to be disappointed to find that Christians are such hypocrites and that they can never live up to what they say but both you and Jinny have showed me how true christian have a choice to actually be who God wants them to be and never to use God's name in vain. You have showed me to love our enemies and our neighbours as ourselves. And to always blessed others even if it's a simple meal or movie, like how God have blessed us. You have showed me that money is not the most important thing in our lives but God and He will provide us with our every needs if we come before Him. Besides reading books telling us that God will take care of our relationships, your life story with Jinny have touched me tremendously. Giving me hope &amp;amp; peace that God do care about our significant other. Thank you for being an awesome role model and example to me as you are &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGHcqCM_UI/AAAAAAAABbM/mAHv0xyCc1Y/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+dhsajdbc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGHcqCM_UI/AAAAAAAABbM/mAHv0xyCc1Y/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+dhsajdbc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Jing Ling, you are truly an angel to the people around you. I wanna thank you for being in most of the chapters of my 2010. When I decided to volunteer myself in church, you've opened both hands for me. Through tough times and fun times, you were there for me. You've taught me, molded me, showed me, loved me, took care of me like a big sister. You have given me encouragement, faith and hope when I looked down on myself. And your love and passion for the church have made me realize that mine have so much to build up too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Without realizing, you have truly impacted me with your personality and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;orking together with you have been an experience that I will never forget, a priceless one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGKHHF2p1I/AAAAAAAABbQ/H-rdBr-YtiI/s1600/156368_1643640483233_1003490495_1812828_649847_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGKHHF2p1I/AAAAAAAABbQ/H-rdBr-YtiI/s640/156368_1643640483233_1003490495_1812828_649847_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;James Tan Shou En, make me my milo! Hahaha. Well, what do I have to say to you. You had been my slave, colleague, boss, milo maker and best friend for this 1 year. And boy can I say, it's been a crazy roller coaster ride. There were fun times, crazy times and times when we get so serious together with our work. But I just wanna say thank you for being my companion and a listening ear to me all these while. I could still remember that if it wasn't for you chatting with me through msn 1 year back when I was facing my most down moments, I would have never came back to Christ. You may not know, but you have showed me how selfless a person could be on the inside. That it is alright to sometimes pay the price just for Christ sake cause He had paid the highest price of all. You have always been good at giving all out to God despite how tired you are, or how many hours of sleep you had the day before. I never knew how you could do it, but you managed to pull it off. Since then, I never much dare to complain how tired I am cause I know you're even more tired than me haha. Well, you are an amazing person to me no matter how others may see you as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGN9VfCVVI/AAAAAAAABbU/PqtmwsavSS4/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+dsjakdn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGN9VfCVVI/AAAAAAAABbU/PqtmwsavSS4/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+dsjakdn.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Gracie, it's been a long long long journey with you. How are you, love? :) Every year, we tell each other, " I've seen you grown so much. From physical, mental to spiritual. And I am very proud of you. " Well, every word I said there is true. We have seen each other grow so much and I am glad to say that it is you I have grown together with. You have showed me true friendship in Christ through thick and thin and encouraged me when I was tired and down. You are my tears when I cry and my pain when I fall, if you get what I mean haha. No one ever had so much of their tears on me before until I met you. Your non-judgemental heart towards me throughout the years, showing me that no one is ever perfect besides God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Thank you so much, for all these good  memories. That no matter how busy or how far we may be apart next time, I  know I have these memories to take me along with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I love you very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGQnH5P0BI/AAAAAAAABbY/DGizwwWwhyw/s1600/72150_486537824358_771624358_6896620_509186_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGQnH5P0BI/AAAAAAAABbY/DGizwwWwhyw/s640/72150_486537824358_771624358_6896620_509186_n.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Poh poh, hehe. Your presence around me &amp;amp; Gracie, (I can help her say on her behalf without her permission) have enlighten and brought smiles to our faces. Well, even though the days of us are not as long because you are always FLYING lol, but you are as important to me. So much laughter that you have brought along with you. Thank you so much, your love &amp;amp; caring towards me I could feel. You were there for me when you know I had so many things to do for youth camp. You were there for me when my tummy is grumbling haha. And I know, that every year will be a new and adventures one with you and Gracie. The 3 of us, we are like Powerpuff Girls lol. That was random, but I love you so much steel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSGSWhH0xCI/AAAAAAAABbc/8wNlvphEk_U/s640/63085_472678554358_771624358_6620410_8027114_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSHb0Enb9CI/AAAAAAAABbk/SyLXPrm3YMg/s1600/_MG_9988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Bff, oh gosh you sleepy head, slowly poke, more blur than peanut you! Haha &amp;gt;:) It's been 4 years yo. When I first saw you, you were skinny. Then we grew up together, you were skinny. And now that we've grown older, you are still skinny! Looool TEEHEE. Anyways, you are the awesomest shopping companion ever! I could shop with you all day and still want to shop haha. Thank you so much for going through thick and thin with me since high school days when everyone else is busy. You are always the one who would find time for me even though you're the busiest man in town. You are always the one reading my mind and knowing when I'm about to cry and not mention anything about it to others cause I never liked it. And you are always there to help me choose during my dilemma moments in shopping haha. I hope that as we grow older, our Bff-ship will maintain forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSHbzLOKuHI/AAAAAAAABbg/YOIebloeYoI/s1600/36944_415668104880_762954880_4043036_7399607_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSHbzLOKuHI/AAAAAAAABbg/YOIebloeYoI/s640/36944_415668104880_762954880_4043036_7399607_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao po even though our time spent together in the year 2010 is so little, I still love you every single bit. For your craziness, sarcastic little jokes, just plain laughing with me, window shopping or just yum cha-ing together. Being together in high school, we've been through alot. People backstabbing, hated, disagreed, fought. You hated all those. And for me, I just didn't like being updated about gossips or school news. From there, I guess we just bonded haha. Remember seeing each other cry in the girl's toilet, now to think of it is actually quite cute. Well, I don't exactly remember how we started being so close, but all I know is that I really love you loads! I wish you all the best in your STPM this year. Don't stress out too much ya? I know you'll do good &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSQTBzDaakI/AAAAAAAABb0/rbVrMKKExO4/s1600/DSC00041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSQTBzDaakI/AAAAAAAABb0/rbVrMKKExO4/s640/DSC00041.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last but not least, boyfriend. You must be wondering why you're last again. Well I saved the best for last, I suppose :) Well, it's been a long ride with you this year, isn't it? A glimpse, and it's already gonna be our 2nd year together. I still remember the first time we set eyes on each other. It was a funny scene, but I loved it. It was then that you've saved me from my misery. Yes, it's cliche but very true. I never thought I could love someone so deeply again ever since my heart was shattered into pieces but you hold my hand and took me by surprise. You didn't bother knowing about my past because you always remind me that it only matters about our future. You didn't care how far apart we may live because it was the moment spent together that we appreciate most. No one could ever care so much about my studies, financial needs or even my spiritual walk with God until I met you. And no one could ever be so committed and grateful in my relationship as much as you do. Thank you so much for all the wonderful memories. You're my inspiration, my angel and I love you &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-3492103502454731451?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/3492103502454731451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=3492103502454731451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3492103502454731451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3492103502454731451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/01/raised-me-up.html' title='Raised me up'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSQXM5ViLlI/AAAAAAAABb4/i5ycLz2F-Tg/s72-c/36392_407098300682_532280682_4963456_7526865_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-4056601989798272033</id><published>2011-01-03T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:47:12.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 comes to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My 2010 To Remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Memory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Is the diary we all carry about with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TRy2vyCtlyI/AAAAAAAABYU/hEC68lz-38Y/s1600/mcd.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="518" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TRy2vyCtlyI/AAAAAAAABYU/hEC68lz-38Y/s640/mcd.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I had this deal with James to write down about our 2010, I was thinking to myself " Wow, this is gonna be one heck of an &lt;strike&gt;essay&lt;/strike&gt;." But we agreed to it, because this year had been a tremendous ride to me and I can say that even the people around me would say so. Here goes nothing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;...............................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFmrBMWWVI/AAAAAAAABYY/JcckNqv14iE/s1600/17870_107383755938821_100000015921339_207591_5976004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFmrBMWWVI/AAAAAAAABYY/JcckNqv14iE/s640/17870_107383755938821_100000015921339_207591_5976004_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all begins with everyone after SPM. If you didn't know, it's usually a trend for all that our lives begin after we're 17. And like every ordinary person, I went and took my license and hope that I could get it as soon as possible. As days goes by, those who went back for Form 6, went back for Form 6 and those who chose their courses, went to respective colleges as well. Then, I look at myself being clueless of what I want to do with my future. Besides the fact that her parents are totally praying and hoping that one day she would take up Accountancy. I always ask myself, do I really look like an accountant to you? Or I do not want to take up that course because of the voices around me telling me not to? It was then I told God, " God, You know what's best for me. Use my life to the fullest extend that even I myself can never imagine. I give it all to you. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So from there, my life journey with this amazing God started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFnVu4Wi4I/AAAAAAAABYc/B0lPcH_W-eg/s1600/Bff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFnVu4Wi4I/AAAAAAAABYc/B0lPcH_W-eg/s640/Bff.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFnbCfIFlI/AAAAAAAABYg/tf0e0-0V86s/s1600/CIMG9636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFnbCfIFlI/AAAAAAAABYg/tf0e0-0V86s/s640/CIMG9636.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found out that I was selected for National Service months ago in school. You could see the grief and agony all written on my face. January passed with a blink of an eye, then February. But there wasn't a single news or letter about my camp site. A few people came upon me during these stoned moments, asking me to attend bible college while waiting for God's call upon what to do but with reluctantly decline all of it. But as the days goes by, I couldn't sit still at home any longer so I urge my dad and myself to finally join the bible college in March. At first, I could not believe what I have gotten myself into. I mean seriously, of all things. Bible college? There were discouragement here and there telling me that it's gonna be all about the bible and that it will bore the crap out of you. But gosh, are you wrong. God opened my heart to see how miraculous He could be. Being in church every Sunday for the past 8 years did not make me understand or know him any much more than I did in bible college. So much closer to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people I met there, truly inspired me to glorify God in ways I could never imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFn5qlVvII/AAAAAAAABYk/zXAVfPF0iDA/s1600/28295_429060029358_771624358_5463875_3124407_n%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFn5qlVvII/AAAAAAAABYk/zXAVfPF0iDA/s640/28295_429060029358_771624358_5463875_3124407_n%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFoWgwjbMI/AAAAAAAABYs/zwdOVQ1cfd4/s1600/CIMG9306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFoWgwjbMI/AAAAAAAABYs/zwdOVQ1cfd4/s640/CIMG9306.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFn7-91VdI/AAAAAAAABYo/ndj23gg2geg/s1600/31981_395736984794_597939794_4010674_2657060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFn7-91VdI/AAAAAAAABYo/ndj23gg2geg/s640/31981_395736984794_597939794_4010674_2657060_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of my days in bible college, I know I have to do something with this passion of God in me before it burns out. That's when I decided to dedicated my year to serve my church in any ways that I could. I started coming in on random days just to see what I could help out on, and Jing Ling grabbed a hold on me. We were going to camps for children ministry and improving on it together. I can say, even with that I already felt so blessed. To be able to work and learn alongside with her. And from there I received my letter from the government that I were to pack up and leave to Ipoh in 2 weeks. While realizing that I have bible school to attend, I know I already have to defer. Whether to defer it till I'm old or do it on the following batch was a choice. Temptation caught unto me, but I know what was the right thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFo1EAsC0I/AAAAAAAABYw/qnACV7kcsxM/s1600/CIMG9862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFo1EAsC0I/AAAAAAAABYw/qnACV7kcsxM/s640/CIMG9862.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFo45wBOfI/AAAAAAAABY0/sc7THSwIiug/s1600/CIMG9879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFo45wBOfI/AAAAAAAABY0/sc7THSwIiug/s640/CIMG9879.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFp6q3pryI/AAAAAAAABZE/hlMKkYc-kdc/s1600/FHL+Day36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFp6q3pryI/AAAAAAAABZE/hlMKkYc-kdc/s640/FHL+Day36.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFo9MYWAXI/AAAAAAAABY4/XD1J_M3XeQ0/s1600/CIMG9936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFo9MYWAXI/AAAAAAAABY4/XD1J_M3XeQ0/s640/CIMG9936.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFpGFuMWUI/AAAAAAAABY8/mNrQdgsreBQ/s1600/CIMG9945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFpGFuMWUI/AAAAAAAABY8/mNrQdgsreBQ/s640/CIMG9945.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During preparation for my graduation night from bible college, some of my friends and I were asked to do a dance. And a week before the night itself, I fell from the stairs so badly that I could not feel my toes. I don't remember how it'd happen but for those who saw it, they said I glided like a footballer who just scored a goal. The next thing I know, Grace was there next to me crying cause of my pain and people were praying for my healing. I was so touched by everyone, I felt like God's little princess that day despite the fall. But you know what? God is the one who heals. I recovered days later and danced for my graduation night as though nothing has happened that day. And there, bible college ended in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFpIbfUzSI/AAAAAAAABZA/xpQbUSqi3NA/s1600/CIMG9979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFpIbfUzSI/AAAAAAAABZA/xpQbUSqi3NA/s640/CIMG9979.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I miss everyone back there. But I go on with a great big smile on my face, knowing that this is one chapter of my life and each of us from different areas of Malaysia are doing something big for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFsqr1t0kI/AAAAAAAABZI/CazbbmoY8yU/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFsqr1t0kI/AAAAAAAABZI/CazbbmoY8yU/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+82.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 12th - Happy 1 Year Anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFtjbjRCgI/AAAAAAAABZU/4pKSCVH_MYQ/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFtjbjRCgI/AAAAAAAABZU/4pKSCVH_MYQ/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFtkw_ULVI/AAAAAAAABZY/GlGhxb7xdb0/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFtkw_ULVI/AAAAAAAABZY/GlGhxb7xdb0/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFtvRpiq2I/AAAAAAAABZc/Hr1u6wyvoeE/s1600/36944_415668814880_762954880_4043055_1662808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFtvRpiq2I/AAAAAAAABZc/Hr1u6wyvoeE/s640/36944_415668814880_762954880_4043055_1662808_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From where Tung Ling Bible College had left me with, National Service was next on. I had to give up serving my church for 3 months to be away in Kuala Kangsar. I never knew that the day would come when I'd actually need to leave home for more than 4 days 3 nights. Knowing that there won't be any ways to contact my family, boyfriend or friends was the most dreadful of all. I could still remember the look on my boyfriend's face the night before I'd to leave. Knowing that I'd get my phone at 12pm sharp, you'd be there waiting to text me. For 3 months, commitment was the one that kept us together and I love you for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFugVP7A6I/AAAAAAAABZg/y62kNC30fVk/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFugVP7A6I/AAAAAAAABZg/y62kNC30fVk/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFuiVBK5hI/AAAAAAAABZk/6WAwbVh39_M/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFuiVBK5hI/AAAAAAAABZk/6WAwbVh39_M/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvJuHrXmI/AAAAAAAABZo/HNpUssDZqGk/s1600/DSC09751_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvJuHrXmI/AAAAAAAABZo/HNpUssDZqGk/s640/DSC09751_1.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvMFmG1qI/AAAAAAAABZs/jx98scDBlF8/s1600/Photo1142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvMFmG1qI/AAAAAAAABZs/jx98scDBlF8/s640/Photo1142.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvQ2HsfHI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JTSCeZCVW1s/s1600/Photo1132.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvQ2HsfHI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JTSCeZCVW1s/s640/Photo1132.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvOLhlz0I/AAAAAAAABZw/3fhezgdZikc/s1600/Photo1149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvOLhlz0I/AAAAAAAABZw/3fhezgdZikc/s640/Photo1149.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvPV9tpeI/AAAAAAAABZ0/fEWqUTHZTGY/s1600/Photo1150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFvPV9tpeI/AAAAAAAABZ0/fEWqUTHZTGY/s640/Photo1150.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God truly guided and protected me along the way in National Service. He gave me peace when I found out that I was the only Christian and english speaking person there. He gave me joy to go through my days there wearing horribly ugly long sleeved shirts under the sun and waking up 5am in the morning to march. He gave me understanding to people of different cultures and language. He gave me friends that would willingly follow me to church just because I was alone. And from there, I shared about Jesus. There was a semester break in the middle and right when I arrived back in camp site, I fell into the drain and found my friends carrying me to the clinic. My toe nail turned instant black and I was forced to pluck it out. It was horrifying knowing that blood was coming right out of my skin. That wasn't all. It was Malam Terakhir with all my friends there and ended up being stung by something unknown and got me scratching myself all over. It was so bad, I couldn't breathe but I remember calling unto God in my head silently that nothing shall come against me even on my last day here. And it all went away the next day. Well, I know that the devil doesn't want us to remember any good from these experience that we go through, but even though there are minor injuries here and there, I will always remember that He will protect me no matter where I go. My God is so big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFxQW-pdnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/QXm022Tzk-o/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+2345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFxQW-pdnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/QXm022Tzk-o/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+2345.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After returning from Ipoh, I started volunteering myself back in church again. Oh, what pleasure to be back! Knowing that I could give even more to the church and this time coming together with James. James, James, James, you have taught me so much this half of the year. Even though you can't see it, but giving was what you live up to. I guess you got it from Ps.Hock as well as Jing Ling haha. And I really look up to you all. Because brought up from young, I was always very calculative especially on money. But to see all of you always blessing others around you, made me want to do the same as well. And wow ever since then, no matter how much I seemed to spend, I did not actually face any financial problems even with the needs of shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFyEe0eWaI/AAAAAAAABaA/L4Qo5971sU4/s1600/DSC09944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFyEe0eWaI/AAAAAAAABaA/L4Qo5971sU4/s640/DSC09944.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF0CHirLLI/AAAAAAAABac/91RdXCn61RI/s1600/61944_141156139263106_100001061633208_237327_4106351_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF0CHirLLI/AAAAAAAABac/91RdXCn61RI/s640/61944_141156139263106_100001061633208_237327_4106351_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFyG2KGj9I/AAAAAAAABaE/Y02OhGWIef4/s1600/DSC09966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFyG2KGj9I/AAAAAAAABaE/Y02OhGWIef4/s640/DSC09966.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFyuaL4XDI/AAAAAAAABaI/K-t41IohVIE/s1600/156151_10150097250017387_720312386_7887782_7091865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFyuaL4XDI/AAAAAAAABaI/K-t41IohVIE/s640/156151_10150097250017387_720312386_7887782_7091865_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFzGWrgBSI/AAAAAAAABaM/AmohM9wKAAw/s1600/61930_1544649812083_1110147388_1567127_5123827_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFzGWrgBSI/AAAAAAAABaM/AmohM9wKAAw/s640/61930_1544649812083_1110147388_1567127_5123827_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFzqUt3JDI/AAAAAAAABaY/Pw55vDn1FVY/s1600/33585_478837437386_720312386_7383733_2664663_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFzqUt3JDI/AAAAAAAABaY/Pw55vDn1FVY/s640/33585_478837437386_720312386_7383733_2664663_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFzO_cckdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/ZWxQMYAcHiA/s1600/59822_1529771478969_1075186130_1480762_4272522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSFzO_cckdI/AAAAAAAABaQ/ZWxQMYAcHiA/s640/59822_1529771478969_1075186130_1480762_4272522_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orang Asli Mission Trip, Overnight Prayers, Change Your World Community Work, Kanching Waterfall Outing and the 1Malaysia Presentation was one of my cherished moments with the youths this year. Knowing that no matter how busy we all are in life, still being able to serve our God by serving others and praying together as one would really please Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF4j7CVBUI/AAAAAAAABao/vbfMVoF0Omc/s1600/63405_1643640283228_1003490495_1812827_5710395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF4j7CVBUI/AAAAAAAABao/vbfMVoF0Omc/s640/63405_1643640283228_1003490495_1812827_5710395_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF2lJtnfjI/AAAAAAAABag/jYV_eJ01AT4/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+yrwedf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF2lJtnfjI/AAAAAAAABag/jYV_eJ01AT4/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+yrwedf.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF2onBneMI/AAAAAAAABak/e_hK32TRrrk/s1600/76928_1620429425361_1075186130_1646340_3586474_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TSF2onBneMI/AAAAAAAABak/e_hK32TRrrk/s640/76928_1620429425361_1075186130_1646340_3586474_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on when I first found out that I was to chair an event - Children Camp 2010, I was still unsure whether I could take up this role for God. I know my willingness could get me far, but of my talents,skills and capacity. I don't have much confidence on myself. But it was then, I realize how much I must rely on God. How much our bare hands can do and only God could fulfill our every needs. How much I need to stay connected and intimate with Him. It wasn't only a change to the kids in that camp but a real Change 180 to find that God was so real to me that moment. I know I cannot do everything on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to help James out with Youth Camp 2010, I know I want to do this for God and not myself. Eventhough it was real tiring with all the late comers, budgeting and etc, the committees and I knew that God was with us all the while. I can say, it wasn't as easy because some of the committees have their respective works. But each and everyone one of us still gave our all. And it turns out that camp was awesome. It was the presence of God that made all these possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; It’s time for your story- James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time to stand up and stand out - E Von&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time to decide - Nevina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its time to change - CXY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time to stand for who we believe in - Krsytal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its TIME to rise and start doing our duty that had Been Given by HIM - Josh &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Youth Camp, I officially end my year as 1 chapter of my life that I would never forget. A memory that is worth keeping. An experience that is worth everything. This year, God has trained me to be stronger than I could imagine myself to be, spiritually, physically and mentally. All glory to our great big God &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never forget what You've done in my life throughout this year, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-4056601989798272033?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/4056601989798272033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=4056601989798272033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4056601989798272033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4056601989798272033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-2010-to-remember-memory-is-diary-we.html' title='2010 comes to an end'/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TRy2vyCtlyI/AAAAAAAABYU/hEC68lz-38Y/s72-c/mcd.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8061557894650441833</id><published>2010-12-27T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:30:19.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Too little, too late&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It is only                    with the heart that one can see rightly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What is essential is                    invisible to the eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TRd1_AgrGII/AAAAAAAABYQ/55dQWho8eBc/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+74362479323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TRd1_AgrGII/AAAAAAAABYQ/55dQWho8eBc/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+74362479323.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Belated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;..........................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2010 is coming to an end, I don't know to be happy or not. I remember I used to look forward in the following year, just because I get another year older. But now, those feelings have grown old. I'm actually hesitating for 2011 to come. I know that God has bigger plans for each and everyone of us next year. Yes, that scares me even though I know that God knows what's best for me. I'm afraid of leaving my comforts. I know I've been through so many trials this year, but what if there is more to come next year? What am I to expect next year? I know I should move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;..........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year has gone by so fast with you and we've been through so much together. Though there are ups and downs, I really enjoyed every moment of it. Remembering me being away for 3 months, we even missed arguing with one another. I never knew that was even possible. But I have to admit, that our end year has not been the awesomest because we're so busy that we didn't have time for each other. And I'm sorry for always being emotional with you for no reasons. I really will try and change to be a better girlfriend for you. But no matter what it is, I really thank God for you. You've made my 2010 so much brighter than it's suppose to be &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-8061557894650441833?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8061557894650441833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8061557894650441833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8061557894650441833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8061557894650441833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-little-too-late-it-is-only-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TRd1_AgrGII/AAAAAAAABYQ/55dQWho8eBc/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+74362479323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-849232668239657174</id><published>2010-12-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:24:29.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Make her yours forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And I'm working on the forever part. - Remember Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TQeHKauVLII/AAAAAAAABYI/x6VSrkWa-GY/s1600/Love+letters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TQeHKauVLII/AAAAAAAABYI/x6VSrkWa-GY/s640/Love+letters.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cause my parents dumped me at church &amp;amp; went to Port Dickson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So boyfriend had to fetch me home &amp;amp; accompany me for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we got lazy so we ordered Papa Johns delivery instead! Hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And watched Remember Me over at my place. So I am a happy girl today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, what more can I do to please you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; What else should I do to make you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like the world is too big to save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I look at myself in the mirror and see myself small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But You keep reminding me of Your love and faithfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I feel like there's too much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet my hands are not big enough to take them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I remembered that I am not superwoman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, You see the cries of Your people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The needs in their mind &amp;amp; the hurts of their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray that angels of heaven would protect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each and everyone of these souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-849232668239657174?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/849232668239657174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=849232668239657174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/849232668239657174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/849232668239657174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-make-her-yours-forever-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TQeHKauVLII/AAAAAAAABYI/x6VSrkWa-GY/s72-c/Love+letters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-3531929735467978886</id><published>2010-12-04T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:19:52.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Heyo Mayo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your love is like the wind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I cannot see it but I can feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWaqM0sEI/AAAAAAAABXw/XDLWwJuxvLI/s1600/36944_415668814880_762954880_4043055_1662808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWaqM0sEI/AAAAAAAABXw/XDLWwJuxvLI/s640/36944_415668814880_762954880_4043055_1662808_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before I went for National Service, I suppose :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWbxFl_JI/AAAAAAAABX0/RuUkGbqqdTA/s1600/63085_472678599358_771624358_6620417_4233486_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWbxFl_JI/AAAAAAAABX0/RuUkGbqqdTA/s640/63085_472678599358_771624358_6620417_4233486_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My uber favourite shot of boyfriend&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWcjpqETI/AAAAAAAABX4/UtT9Leu4NrE/s1600/31981_395736984794_597939794_4010674_2657060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWcjpqETI/AAAAAAAABX4/UtT9Leu4NrE/s640/31981_395736984794_597939794_4010674_2657060_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Ah Jie during bible college moments, how I miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWd9SDfdI/AAAAAAAABX8/T8ubt5-oHl4/s1600/28945_430705379358_771624358_5508323_7636894_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWd9SDfdI/AAAAAAAABX8/T8ubt5-oHl4/s640/28945_430705379358_771624358_5508323_7636894_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hang out with Gerard Butler &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Don't get jealous, bii. We were just hanging out haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWfJ_Bt-I/AAAAAAAABYA/4wlczKw13U4/s1600/28945_430702284358_771624358_5508238_7403871_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWfJ_Bt-I/AAAAAAAABYA/4wlczKw13U4/s640/28945_430702284358_771624358_5508238_7403871_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beat you in Need 4 Speed, Seng Yee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that you were bad in it, I was just too good LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWgPR0B_I/AAAAAAAABYE/rILf1GVhyCo/s1600/28295_429060029358_771624358_5463875_3124407_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWgPR0B_I/AAAAAAAABYE/rILf1GVhyCo/s640/28295_429060029358_771624358_5463875_3124407_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snowflakes with the guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.................................................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are just random pictures I saw in my folders. As you can see, my hair looks different now.&lt;br /&gt;It must have been ages ago, such wonderful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Bii, what are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Bf:&lt;/span&gt; Watching tv. Missing you. How bout you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Youtube. Missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing beats ordinary texting with Bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-3531929735467978886?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/3531929735467978886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=3531929735467978886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3531929735467978886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3531929735467978886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/12/heyo-mayo-your-love-is-like-wind-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPpWaqM0sEI/AAAAAAAABXw/XDLWwJuxvLI/s72-c/36944_415668814880_762954880_4043055_1662808_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5503261937327363999</id><published>2010-12-02T01:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:03:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A walk I will always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;No matter how smooth or how rough this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;God is with you each step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPZ6cneJjxI/AAAAAAAABXo/7Iqr78Wovr8/s1600/75726_10150115072700329_720575328_7961954_1750981_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPZ6cneJjxI/AAAAAAAABXo/7Iqr78Wovr8/s640/75726_10150115072700329_720575328_7961954_1750981_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Love is patient &amp;amp; kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;It is never jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;Love is never boastful or conceited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;It is never rude or selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;It does not take offense &amp;amp; is not resentful.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Human's love for one another is never perfect, for to be a lover will require to continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain. Therefore do not seek for perfect love on human. But always remember that God's love for us is forevermore perfect. He shall be our example of love towards one another. We may not be able to express like how He did by sacrificing His only beloved son, but by trying and not giving up already showed the faith to change and be a better person for another. Where sacrifices are made, there you will find love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me when I'm sixty four?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-5503261937327363999?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5503261937327363999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=5503261937327363999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5503261937327363999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5503261937327363999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/12/walk-i-will-always-remember-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPZ6cneJjxI/AAAAAAAABXo/7Iqr78Wovr8/s72-c/75726_10150115072700329_720575328_7961954_1750981_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-4690210292058606147</id><published>2010-11-29T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:47:03.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Officially missing you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's not when or where that matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But who that changes everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPOYA5E3qKI/AAAAAAAABXc/h0kwHpGmaqI/s1600/76673_10150115073330329_720575328_7961961_6303175_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPOYA5E3qKI/AAAAAAAABXc/h0kwHpGmaqI/s640/76673_10150115073330329_720575328_7961961_6303175_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May the pork be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Christmas is coming, I shall make a wish list for myself TEEHEE :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;Itouch 4 &lt;/strike&gt;Since Bf said I don't NEED it. Okay....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I need a new &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; purse then, tqvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Cash would be fine, like angpao in Christmas style :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. A car would be awesome since license was my birthday present hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. New earrings for my lost earrings. I don't wanna close my piercings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Almost forgot about my very own semi-pro camera! Ngeh&lt;br /&gt;7. Or maybe my lomo camera is good enough too. The best part is, it's not that expensive :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, apparently there's not much that I actually want right now .___.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And most of the above makes gigantic holes in thy wallets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I will update my Christmas wish list when I can think of any hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dn7yRXDZ4vg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/dn7yRXDZ4vg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found this really really really cute song. Omg, I melted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-4690210292058606147?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/4690210292058606147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=4690210292058606147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4690210292058606147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4690210292058606147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/11/officially-missing-you-its-not-when-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TPOYA5E3qKI/AAAAAAAABXc/h0kwHpGmaqI/s72-c/76673_10150115073330329_720575328_7961961_6303175_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-2182533511021923541</id><published>2010-11-27T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:59:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You &amp;amp; I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We're fools whether we dance or not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So we might as well dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TO_hMcApzBI/AAAAAAAABXU/qnmEzHmrpaU/s1600/DSC00449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TO_hMcApzBI/AAAAAAAABXU/qnmEzHmrpaU/s640/DSC00449.JPG" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A moment ago, it felt like I have tons &amp;amp; gazillion of things to say here. But now, my brain's all blank -.- Oh gosh, I feel like an old lady with short term memory loss now. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, lemme think. Oh, had Ikea meatballs with Bf today. It was like haven :) Well, that's not exactly what I wanted to tell you all.... Anyways, I guess it's not that important for my brain to remember it. Oh wells, till then. Hoohaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;BABUSHKA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-2182533511021923541?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/2182533511021923541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=2182533511021923541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2182533511021923541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2182533511021923541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-i-fools-whether-we-dance-or-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TO_hMcApzBI/AAAAAAAABXU/qnmEzHmrpaU/s72-c/DSC00449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7894841211188276557</id><published>2010-11-25T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T02:16:00.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fralalalala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Highway run, into the midnight sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Wheels go round &amp;amp; round, you're on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TO1HQgy83HI/AAAAAAAABXI/_yYnxQsNXe8/s1600/Oo1%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TO1HQgy83HI/AAAAAAAABXI/_yYnxQsNXe8/s640/Oo1%25282%2529.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : You're so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; : Are you calling me ugly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : No no, just cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; : But cute means ugly yet adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Okaaaay. So you're cute, just the adorable part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; : So I'm TE without the CU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know often we might tick each other off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our conversations might get ugly once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We might not understand each other as much as we think we do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or be there for one another at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes I feel like a childish little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always seeking for your attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why, but maybe it's because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love spending all my time with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know nothing's prefect, definitely not our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We might be on different pages sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We may be far away from one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or sometimes we don't even have much time for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes I feel like a shy school girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crushing over a guy from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I see you around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could feel my heart beating for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really draining when we argue, disagree or even hurt one another. It scares me to see us being like that. Sometimes we get so frustrated, I forgot how much you truly mean to me. And start saying things that I don't mean. And sometimes things get so wrong, I forgot all the good times we've spent together. And I just want to give up on all of these. But flashbacks of my national service moments came to me, and I started to realize how much I really miss you those days. How much I yearn to see your face. How much I long to hear your voice. Just to know that you are all mine and no one else's. Baby, I'm sorry for not appreciating you when you're right in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how much more we're going to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I really love you &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7894841211188276557?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7894841211188276557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7894841211188276557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7894841211188276557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7894841211188276557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/11/fralalalala-highway-run-into-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TO1HQgy83HI/AAAAAAAABXI/_yYnxQsNXe8/s72-c/Oo1%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-99078912432904182</id><published>2010-11-07T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:48:55.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For the woman I love and the second, for my best friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TNbIHaZKzYI/AAAAAAAABXE/P_28v0Tuqr0/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+543535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TNbIHaZKzYI/AAAAAAAABXE/P_28v0Tuqr0/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+543535.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not what I expect it to be. Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.Not what I expect it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bf's family brought me out for dinner. Thank you so much for always feeding me with awesome food. I feel so bad, cause seriously I couldn't enjoy myself much due to the pain. It sucks so bad. And of all days, the day before my birthday. It couldn't have been any better. And Bf fell sick too. I wouldn't blame you, so don't feel bad alright? Really tried my very best to take care of you. Mwaxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just having this emotional break down due to my consistent eye infection and it's awesomeness of choosing dates to come and haunt &amp;amp; ruin my life. And stop freaking say it's because of my cons okay?! I'm so sick of it. Feels like forking out my eye balls -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thank you Bf for my awesome super duper early birthday present this year. I love it so so much. Putting aside all these that distracts me from appreciating things that are in front of my eyes, I'm really happy that you bought me my new pink phone. And I know I &lt;u style="color: orange;"&gt;had to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ruin the surprise because I spoiled my current phone during National Service hehe. I just had to do it. Anyways, this is the best present I ever received. Thank you Bf &lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;evon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&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/4673955159724074699-99078912432904182?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/99078912432904182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=99078912432904182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/99078912432904182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/99078912432904182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-much-give-her-two-red-roses-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TNbIHaZKzYI/AAAAAAAABXE/P_28v0Tuqr0/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+543535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8271626572318486582</id><published>2010-10-27T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:44:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;God is good, All the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Glory is not fame, glory is not making yourself a name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Glory is about sacrificing for others. - Jaeson Ma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TMf7kVOI0jI/AAAAAAAABXA/jRNfkvBp8Q4/s1600/Bff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TMf7kVOI0jI/AAAAAAAABXA/jRNfkvBp8Q4/s640/Bff.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sparkly sparkles me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I've been slacking with my blog recently. Have you ever felt like there's so much to tell to the world but yet you don't what's it all about? Hmmm all jumbled up inside. It's not a pretty feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I love recyclables, don't you? &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;3. Bff drove me to Sunway yesterday just because he's craving for sushi haha. Awesome :) And he drove the family car and parked into a puny parking lot. Awesomer! Went over to Selva's but he was bathing. So we bunked into Mei Ki's first. I found out some secrets * Jeng jeng * Me likey &amp;gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;4. God really does wonders. Remember I told you I was discourage by how the people of Malaysia is looking down on their own country? Well, yes. But then, I attended a meeting this week. And my pastor was talking about discouragement.&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; " Do not be discouraged, but instead stand up with courage and start encouraging people. " &lt;/span&gt;Well, look at the bright side. When something bad is happening even if it's personal/family/friends/country/nation, we know that God is going to do something miraculous about it. Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;5. Having pasta tonight! Wheee I like pasta even without the gravy .__. That's how much me likey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;6. Last week to vote for boyfriend in Hottest Hunk 2010. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;HUNK&lt;space&gt;19 &amp;amp; send to 36213&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Okay, my pasta friends are calling me by the stomach. Bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;evon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-8271626572318486582?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8271626572318486582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8271626572318486582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8271626572318486582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8271626572318486582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-is-good-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TMf7kVOI0jI/AAAAAAAABXA/jRNfkvBp8Q4/s72-c/Bff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8431549493489511552</id><published>2010-10-19T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:27:03.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Do my best, God will do the rest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream as if you'll live forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Live as if you'll die today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TL2e3zmallI/AAAAAAAABWY/zOhN_TCNY_g/s1600/Bangs4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TL2e3zmallI/AAAAAAAABWY/zOhN_TCNY_g/s400/Bangs4.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bangs, love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was discouraged by my driving instructor the other day. No, he did not criticize my driving skills but the fact that all Malaysians now think the same way as he is. Since when bribery is our culture? Since when ? Since when? Okay, maybe it has been here for quite some time. But that doesn't mean that we should encourage people to do so, especially young people. I mean, isn't this why the percentage of accidents between age 18-25 increases dead scarily in a year and yet the government is still trying to figure out the solution and add in new pathetic rules when the problem itself starts with you people acting foolishly behind the scenes. What happened to brave independent people trying to stand up for the rights? Are we all including myself too afraid of being right sometime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I may SUCK super bad at driving and still am. But at least I try my very best to do what is right. And even instructors &amp;amp; examiners themselves can't fulfill all the rules &amp;amp; regulations that they've created from the first place. Because the examiner himself was doing the exact same thing after he told me I was wrong So tell me, who are you to judge me for not driving right? At least I know myself that I can drive slowly &amp;amp; carefully with full awareness even though I was afraid like crap. It is so polluted back there right now, that people like us who have no rights are forced to bribe or else we would never get anywhere. And especially exampled people like me who is so bad at driving have a thousand reasons to bribe and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you, I will try my very best to do what is right. I know many had failed, but God forgives. I don't know but maybe I may fail to do so too, but I know in the future that I did my best. To voice out &amp;amp; make a difference. I don't know how many times I'd be tempted to do so, but because I know and believe, that God will do the rest for me. I need not worry about anything for God is by my side. We cannot just stand here and watch our country fall into this trap and when our country does, everyone just leaves it as it is. This is not the purpose of why we are set into this country by God to do so. I may be one person, I may be small. But one person is when changes start. Where difference is made. We have one life to live. What are you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one day, I may have to delete this post. But the thought of this makes me sick. It is time to make a stand. We will never be the same again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-8431549493489511552?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8431549493489511552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8431549493489511552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8431549493489511552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8431549493489511552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-my-best-god-will-do-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TL2e3zmallI/AAAAAAAABWY/zOhN_TCNY_g/s72-c/Bangs4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7743386909305412804</id><published>2010-10-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:02:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your words, so soothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;As a result of getting something we don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But rather of recognizing &amp;amp; appreciating what we do have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLXHEwnlkZI/AAAAAAAABWU/Qd--3Kmt8gw/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+87657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLXHEwnlkZI/AAAAAAAABWU/Qd--3Kmt8gw/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+87657.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never walked on water&lt;br /&gt;Felt the waves beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;But at Your word Lord&lt;br /&gt;I'll receive Your faith to walk on oceans deep&lt;br /&gt;And I remember how You found me&lt;br /&gt;In that very same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;All my failings surely would have drowned me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: orange;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; Still You made a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my freedom&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You're the reason&lt;br /&gt;I'm kneeling again at Your throne&lt;br /&gt;Where would I be without You&lt;br /&gt;Here in my life&lt;br /&gt;Here in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have said that all the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Sing for joy at one who finds the&lt;br /&gt;Way to freedom truth of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Brought from death into this life&lt;br /&gt;And I remember how You saw me&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;And though the price was Your beloved for me&lt;br /&gt;Still You made a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hillsongs United - Here in My Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The song says it all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7743386909305412804?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7743386909305412804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7743386909305412804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7743386909305412804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7743386909305412804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-so-soothing-we-tend-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLXHEwnlkZI/AAAAAAAABWU/Qd--3Kmt8gw/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+87657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7169310743704324012</id><published>2010-10-13T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:00:46.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Turn to you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love is an act of endless forgiveness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A tender look which becomes a habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLSgmYogCpI/AAAAAAAABWQ/dZJyA1bDCUY/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLSgmYogCpI/AAAAAAAABWQ/dZJyA1bDCUY/s640/cats.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may find mistakes in this picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I never told you it would be perfect either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give it up, you will never live up to perfection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let God be the writer of your story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7169310743704324012?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7169310743704324012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7169310743704324012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7169310743704324012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7169310743704324012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/10/turn-to-you-love-is-act-of-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLSgmYogCpI/AAAAAAAABWQ/dZJyA1bDCUY/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1284783493336044521</id><published>2010-10-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:09:27.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;When water turns red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emotions have taught mankind to reason.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLR5dbcy9oI/AAAAAAAABWM/cyvM_CzgPvM/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLR5dbcy9oI/AAAAAAAABWM/cyvM_CzgPvM/s640/love.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night has yet come &amp;amp; haunt me once more. The eagerness within me to close my eyes &amp;amp; dream about dreams that would never come true. But words &amp;amp; thoughts keep coming into this head of mine to distract me. Oh, this uninvited feeling that is long gone has come for a visit. Welcome back, you. I remember always telling myself that no one is ever perfect. No one &amp;amp; when I say no one it means not even myself *reminder to self that I shall not see myself as a perfect or close-to-perfect soul*. But sometimes or would I say, most of the time my emotions tense to take over of me like a little green monster. To most girls, jealousy is their little green monster but not me. And I can say I'm pretty much sick &amp;amp; tired of it already. I dislike being on a roller coaster ride with my emotions. It's makes me wanna puke when I look at myself in the mirror. It makes me question myself, " What more am I of them to judge &amp;amp; teach people the way that I do? ", " Who am I to say such words of hurt &amp;amp; cruelty to? " I bring such disgrace to myself, gives me the chills. As I look closely to the mirror &amp;amp; wipe away all those thick make up. " What do I see? " Open pores, pimples &amp;amp; scars all over my face. Imperfection. So the question bugs me again. " Who am I to do so? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Jesus, &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;change me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1284783493336044521?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1284783493336044521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1284783493336044521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1284783493336044521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1284783493336044521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/10/water-turns-red-have-taught-mankind-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TLR5dbcy9oI/AAAAAAAABWM/cyvM_CzgPvM/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7156393444954902361</id><published>2010-10-11T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:53:43.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What the world has become&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Come live in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And pay no rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DikoLMfnEgE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/DikoLMfnEgE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video really opened up my eyes and see things that I've never realized before. I encourage all of you to watch all 10 episodes of this as I'm only publishing 1 out of 10. And I can say I am not going to ask any of you to stop listening to circular songs as I would be called as a hypocrite because I am sure that I will not stop listening to circular songs either. But since we are all conscious of these plans that are set to change our mindset, we should not let these behaviours brainwash us into being more like them. "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be  transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test  and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.&lt;/span&gt;" - Romans 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that God is always there waiting for us. To help us when we are down. To pick us up when we fall. All we need to do is cry out to Him and He will save you &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;evon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&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/4673955159724074699-7156393444954902361?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7156393444954902361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7156393444954902361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7156393444954902361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7156393444954902361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-world-has-become-come-live-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5181992048188964799</id><published>2010-10-08T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:56:21.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I wanna cupcake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love never claims, it ever gives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love ever suffers, never resents never revenges itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TK7G-UqPFtI/AAAAAAAABWA/pdbcOsKItdw/s1600/Bangs1%285%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TK7G-UqPFtI/AAAAAAAABWA/pdbcOsKItdw/s400/Bangs1%285%29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I've not been blogging, I know. Booo me, but blame the internet for having pms with my family for this whole week. Imagine.... A whole week without internet?! DIE .___. Thank God, I work in church. So I get to use the net with Tootsie :) But it's for my work, not to blog *rant*. Haha so I'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Talking about internet, I want Unifi like so badly now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Guess what? I'm playing Spongebob games in his website. So kewl right &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Hair products, hair products, hair products - My current addiction. I redyed my hair actually but can't really be seen here. O wells, it's brownish-red btw. Anyways, yeah. I kinda like the bangs idea but don't really have the guts, so this is what I came up with *looks at picture above* haha o.o What do you think about my new hairdo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Parents bought me pretty pink flowery curtains for my new room hehehe. I feel like a princess again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Went Bliss with Bff, Laopo, Selva &amp;amp; Wayne yesterday. Spotted John &amp;amp; Mee Ling there :) Played Fish Wannabe Uno card games there heh fun fun. But all of them won a round besides me! Gaaaah, do I really suck that bad in games? .___. Anyways, Laopo went home the earliest. So Selva drove us around Usj2 with his Saga. It was fun while it lasted. Thanks guys muaaaxch muaaaxch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7. Had my driving class again. FINALLY after 3 months not touching the car! Gooosh, I was horrified. But I did awesome today wheee :) Like my engine didn't die on the road at all, like totally. Yes, believe it. Well, besides the part when I just learnt how to go up the hill. Engine died twice, but after that was all good. Heh, beat that &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Today is a happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I need new clothes, SHHHOOOOPPPPIIINNGG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Going out with church members tomorrow. It's a whole day :) I smell fun hehe and more pictures. Gracie is going too yay. Haven't been seeing her for 2 weeks now. Gosh, I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I shall end here. Going out with boyfriend tonight *insert smiley face here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-5181992048188964799?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5181992048188964799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=5181992048188964799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5181992048188964799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5181992048188964799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-cupcake-love-never-claims-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TK7G-UqPFtI/AAAAAAAABWA/pdbcOsKItdw/s72-c/Bangs1%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8800709542572048938</id><published>2010-09-22T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:10:53.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stay My Baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;하나님은 좋은, 모든 시간입니다.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJoixYqhSXI/AAAAAAAABV4/FeD92kRudlE/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+2345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJoixYqhSXI/AAAAAAAABV4/FeD92kRudlE/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+2345.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When BFF drove us to Mcd :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. My temporary room smells like cigs now .__. Thanks to those constructors geeez. O well, 2 more months Evon. 2 more months *Breathes in real hard* Fuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Am currently listening to Jason Castro's &lt;u style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Let's Fall In Love Again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;3. Guess what?! Okay, I had 2 rounds of Baskin Robbins today. Damn awesome hehehehe. Guess someone is having sugar rush &amp;gt;:) Gosh, went Damansara Utama for it with Ling &amp;amp; Angie during work break. Then boyfriend took me to Pyramid to check out some stuffs. Went for BR again after that then watched Expandables :) Thank you for spending time with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;4. Tomorrow is Thursday! Gaaah, time is passing by so quickly. October is gonna be busy busy busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;5. I should go sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be a good day, &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I proclaim&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;“Beauty is in the eyes of the  beholder.” Which is true and this quote  does not only refer to men, but to women as well. There is no denying that first impressions last when a man or a woman sees a physically attractive person and becomes interested with her or him. However, to most people, it’s the personality that counts when it comes to falling in love with someone. Love starts with the interaction and relation of two people and bonded by time. Even if a man’s partner is aesthetically challenged, his better half will always be beautiful to his eyes because he’s in love with her. As for me, what I would quote is that “Love will always be a part of our lives. It is the emotion that God has given us to use for him and to other people.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-8800709542572048938?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8800709542572048938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8800709542572048938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8800709542572048938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8800709542572048938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/stay-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJoixYqhSXI/AAAAAAAABV4/FeD92kRudlE/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+2345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-3273407609239472046</id><published>2010-09-22T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:13:21.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back Then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Girl, it is not how we started but how we end up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And I will always love you." - Superman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJjSkhnHLjI/AAAAAAAABVw/M40SYIj9PhU/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+9999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJjSkhnHLjI/AAAAAAAABVw/M40SYIj9PhU/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+9999.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back at where I was then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how I am now with you by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back then, a booklet with a lock is what I call diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now, &lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; are my diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ily :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say hello to PMS again ugggh. Once again, boyfriend is sweet enough to accompany me for the night. And I can say, he succeed to make me smile. Daaang, I always wonder how he does it. Thank you boyfriend, for always saving my day eventhough you are miles away *It even ryhmes haha* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I wanna say is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've made my day. Once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-3273407609239472046?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/3273407609239472046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=3273407609239472046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3273407609239472046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3273407609239472046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-then-girl-it-is-not-how-we-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJjSkhnHLjI/AAAAAAAABVw/M40SYIj9PhU/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+9999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5770414391397560539</id><published>2010-09-20T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:10:51.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Orange! Panasonic! Boxes! Hahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love is that condition in which  the happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Of another person is essential to your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJYwRvmw8QI/AAAAAAAABVg/Zcr9mBXeZe0/s1600/60093_1529771278964_1075186130_1480761_2840956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJYwRvmw8QI/AAAAAAAABVg/Zcr9mBXeZe0/s640/60093_1529771278964_1075186130_1480761_2840956_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Happy Belated Malaysia Day, people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I super duper wuper love this epic picture. I really had fun this Sunday morning. Let me spill the beans for you people who didn't come for it. There was Chinese "tong sampah" drums, Malay "vegetable love story" dance, the ahem ahem Iban "food hunting" process and definitely the Bangla "jump jump"dance. Hehe I can say, this was definitely a successful one and I'm glad that I was back from NS to participate! Good job everyone. Boyfriend did a very good job too :):):) He's so cute in his outfit hehe. Okay, maybe not in the picture below haha. But yeah, you get the idea. This picture damn funny la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJYx7CON5TI/AAAAAAAABVo/3TAXjFr-2Qk/s640/62206_1529770038933_1075186130_1480752_613848_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm so tired, gaaaaah. I need and want someone to massage me till I fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. The performance was in the morning. Our church had this bowling tournament every year since like 3 years ago, I think. Yes, New Lifers are damn awesome bowlers ngeh :) Anyways, yeah the tournament was this afternoon. So guess where's the venue this year? Haha, Summit USJ. So we were there till 5.30pm. But I had to wait for my bro to pick me up 2 hours later because I didn't dare to walk home alone in the not-so-dark dark wth does that even make sense? I'm too lazy and tired to think. So now you know why I'm freaking exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yay, I'm going Empire Mall tomorrow to meet up with Joben. I hope I can get something there teehee itchy hands again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I bought Seventeen Magazine but I'm seriously dead tired that I don't even know what I'm reading gosh .___. Alright, I need to spend some quality time with my sofa now. Nights all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJYwQW8G8hI/AAAAAAAABVY/Hwv44C5k9Tw/s1600/59822_1529771478969_1075186130_1480762_4272522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJYwQW8G8hI/AAAAAAAABVY/Hwv44C5k9Tw/s640/59822_1529771478969_1075186130_1480762_4272522_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-5770414391397560539?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5770414391397560539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=5770414391397560539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5770414391397560539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5770414391397560539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/orange-panasonic-boxes-hahahaha-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJYwRvmw8QI/AAAAAAAABVg/Zcr9mBXeZe0/s72-c/60093_1529771278964_1075186130_1480761_2840956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-528806885252566418</id><published>2010-09-17T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:51:47.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fly high, last long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Of golden sands, and crystal beaches, with silken lines and silver hooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJJDoy6LYfI/AAAAAAAABVQ/YhQFzW8V8rU/s1600/DSC00033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJJDoy6LYfI/AAAAAAAABVQ/YhQFzW8V8rU/s640/DSC00033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raawr :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. You know, I really like that picture heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Went for Change Your World city clean up today. It was alright :) Made some new friends here and there. Oh gosh, everywhere I go. They're promoting rakan cop. I've been through 3 talks about it. And why? I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I wanna go for a vacation! Flight plans to Aussie with family to visit my uncle has been postponed to next year due to some last min changes noooooooooo .___. I wanna go so badly. I don't care, I'm flying off to somewhere. I want my time off, like literally I meant that. Taiwan or Bali? What do you think? But the only thing is, who am I suppose to go with? My mom is still working on the dates I wanna go. And it's not like everyone is damn free to take a 5 days off just to accompany me for a holiday trip right? Booo that sucks big time :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I really really really really really really really wanna go before college starts next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I don't really have much to say now, besides that. Hmmmm maybe I should go to bed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-528806885252566418?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/528806885252566418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=528806885252566418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/528806885252566418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/528806885252566418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/fly-high-last-long-come-live-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TJJDoy6LYfI/AAAAAAAABVQ/YhQFzW8V8rU/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-4357249095900921593</id><published>2010-09-14T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:58:58.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Rants rants rants *Updated*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To the world you may be one person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But to one person you may be the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI7iyL46AyI/AAAAAAAABVA/MeZ8Un7FO98/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI7iyL46AyI/AAAAAAAABVA/MeZ8Un7FO98/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Random thought 1&lt;/span&gt; : Why can't my hair grow any longer any faster? .___.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 나는, 하나님과 함께 변경 내용이 이곳에서 말레이시아! 할렐루야, amen )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I think I made my mom proud today :) Guess why? Hehehe. I went to summit to check out how much Watson &amp;amp; Guardian is selling for Eucerin's toner. Obviously you go for the cheaper! First, I went to Watson. Okay, they had 10% discounts on all Eucerin products. Then I walked all the way to Guardian and looked around. The price was around the same. UNTIL I saw this pretty promotion of a bottle of cleanser and toner for a price of a toner AFTER discount. Woohoo, I know. Sure I went for that, damn awesome *happy happy wheeee grins* I heard from people around that Eucerin is good because it's dermatological skincare and is affordable too. Hopefully you guys can still grab hold of the promotion yourself at Guardian if you guys wanna try it out. The one I bought is meant for acne prone skin. Check them out here at &lt;a href="http://www.eucerin.com/my/home-page/"&gt;Eucerin website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Boyfriend, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Am having this city clean up event organized by &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Change Your World&lt;/span&gt; this Saturday, which is 1 Malaysia Day! :) Oh, it's a freaking public holiday. So everyone has no excuse not to come ngek &amp;gt;:) These are some other activities organized by &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Change Your World&lt;/span&gt;. If you think you can't make it this Thursday, do some good and join some other community work. It makes you a better person :) Or if you think you can make it for all, good for you! Hehe come on, let's change Malaysia for the better. Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I. Clean Up and Police Talk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: September 16&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7am - 11.30am&lt;br /&gt;See Map Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;II. Feed the poor in Puchong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: September 19&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1.30pm - 4pm&lt;br /&gt;See Map Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;III. Refugee Visit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: September 26 (sun)(*no more space)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 3.30-6pm&lt;br /&gt;See map Below &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI-pJzhvS3I/AAAAAAAABVI/nkJZe4EbDOU/s1600/CYW-Venture-Info-Card_SoftCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI-pJzhvS3I/AAAAAAAABVI/nkJZe4EbDOU/s400/CYW-Venture-Info-Card_SoftCopy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;( Click to enlarge )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I thought I have lots to say, but I kind of don't remember what it was .___. O wells, till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-4357249095900921593?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/4357249095900921593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=4357249095900921593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4357249095900921593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4357249095900921593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/rants-rants-rants-to-world-you-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI7iyL46AyI/AAAAAAAABVA/MeZ8Un7FO98/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7798721236892712863</id><published>2010-09-14T00:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:47:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'mma stalker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No man is worth your tears, but once you found one that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He won't make you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI5JbpGIXXI/AAAAAAAABUg/dJV16f1mx0c/s1600/love.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI5JbpGIXXI/AAAAAAAABUg/dJV16f1mx0c/s400/love.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I'm so lazy to update .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Went and catch a movie with Poh, Ling and 20 other kids at 1u last week. Cats &amp;amp; Dogs 3D. Me and Elise fell asleep. Believe me, it wasn't because the movie was lame. Read No.3 to find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Had &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;pyjamas prayer&lt;/span&gt; with our youths the night before the movie. So you know, it wasn't cause of the movie :) But that night was awesome. We had prayer and slurped on maggi cup. Then had loads of fun with Jinny's korean board/card games. Even though I lost most of it ngeh we had fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Went shopping with boyfriend at Pyramid the next day after I came back from national service. I think he bought shoes for himself and even got me slippers, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Roxy&lt;/span&gt; :) Thank you baby. I am loving it every bit hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Okay, I know I said I was lazy to update. But I think I'm getting the hang of it already hahaha. Oh, and I think my time zone for this whole entire post totally went bizarre, o wells .___.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Did even more shopping while catching up with bff, Darren. Since he's on sem break now hehe. Bought myself 2 new flats and bff surprised me with new awesome shoes from Cotton On. I love it! Thanks bff :) Then, I got myself a darn cute bag that I couldn't resist on not getting heh. Happy day, happy day *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Went out with Mei Ki, Darren, Eric, Jaymie and Su Ann last Saturday. Has been ages since I saw them. Boyfriend came along too, thanks for fetching and hanging around with me :) Watched Going The Distance. The movie was okay laa. Typical, I can say. Had some camwhoring moments later on and did those japanese picture machines thingy that I have not been doing for quite some time. Makes me feel younger already haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. That night itself was mummy's birthday. So boyfriend and I rushed home right after the hang out, washed up and off we all went for &lt;a href="http://food.malaysiamostwanted.com/venues/bumbu-bali-bandar-puteri-puchong"&gt;Bumbu Bali&lt;/a&gt;. *Click on it, that'll link you to more info* :) I tell you, the food there is awesome. I heart that place and the food. Knew this place when boyfriend and his family brought me there. Couldn't resist not taking my family there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. My freaking Sony usb is hiding from me somewhere. I have like tons of pictures waiting to be uploaded. Please, come back to me .___.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Finally watched Grown Ups with boyfriend on Sunday. It's a really nice show, expected laa it's a bunch of jokers we're talking about. A few of my favourites :) And that was the day I couldn't finish up my indian rice. World breaking record, first time in my life gaaah. Silly to say, but I somewhat feel disappointed at myself. If you know me, I'm an indian rice kind of person lol. I tell you, if boyfriend didn't ask me to stop. I think I would've passed out for stuffing all that rice into my mouth like nomnomnom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. Oh, I changed my blogskin like finally. Just telling, if you didn't realize. What do you think? &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. That's what I think I only did so far after coming back from camp. Hmmm I need to find more things to do woohoo. Besides &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;online shopping&lt;/span&gt;, evon&amp;nbsp; .___.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7798721236892712863?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7798721236892712863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7798721236892712863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7798721236892712863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7798721236892712863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/imma-stalker-no-man-is-worth-your-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI5JbpGIXXI/AAAAAAAABUg/dJV16f1mx0c/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-4869820023659327952</id><published>2010-09-13T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:14:41.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Just for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We come to love not by finding a perfect person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MJfK4yLI/AAAAAAAABUI/AVGRyLX-KW4/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MJfK4yLI/AAAAAAAABUI/AVGRyLX-KW4/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Life's like a picture &lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MMUzmt3I/AAAAAAAABUQ/B5EjjuJwhp4/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MMUzmt3I/AAAAAAAABUQ/B5EjjuJwhp4/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; We may have our ups and downs &lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MFzOkBaI/AAAAAAAABUA/Iik9vqzYGPg/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MFzOkBaI/AAAAAAAABUA/Iik9vqzYGPg/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Or even our silly moments, if you wanna put it that way &lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MNlIgm4I/AAAAAAAABUY/o2VgIrgBVeU/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MNlIgm4I/AAAAAAAABUY/o2VgIrgBVeU/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; But it wouldn't have been the same without you &lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0HNHCeA5I/AAAAAAAABTg/g5Pqf1Kx75U/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0HNHCeA5I/AAAAAAAABTg/g5Pqf1Kx75U/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo+82.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't care how long it takes for us to have this one nice shot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long I'm with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy 16th Months, I love you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-4869820023659327952?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/4869820023659327952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=4869820023659327952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4869820023659327952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4869820023659327952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/16th-months-we-come-to-love-not-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TI0MJfK4yLI/AAAAAAAABUI/AVGRyLX-KW4/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-246431845824297257</id><published>2010-09-11T01:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:54:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;USB oh USB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am not afraid of tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For I have seen yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And I love today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TIpvHys6THI/AAAAAAAABTQ/nL9eFmuhrN0/s1600/flower11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TIpvHys6THI/AAAAAAAABTQ/nL9eFmuhrN0/s320/flower11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh pretty pretty flower :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random thought : I miss cam-whoring haha.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, boyfriend and I just came back from a wonderful &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Orang Asli Mission Trip at Bidor, Perak&lt;/span&gt;. It was awesome, I tell you. We visited 2 villages with our church youth members and was accompanied by a sum of &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Koreans&lt;/span&gt; aka the prayer warriors and wow, you can really feel the presence of God there with us throughout the whole trip just by noticing the weather itself because the weather was tremendous. Even though there were drips of rain here and there during our visit to the 2nd village. Faith and hope was tested that moment because being told that once it starts raining, the villagers will just head back to their respective houses but it may seem that our prayers really did work hallelujah. Not forgetting being "kacau-ed" by the policemen for doing missionary works, none of them seems to have showed up that day. Really thank God for that. Also, everyone went there and returned home safe and sound. All I want to say is that, everything went on smoothly and that nothing is impossible when God is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Puji Tuhan&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; I really encourage you to go in to those villagers once in awhile. To open up your eyes and see the people around you. To help those in need besides yourself. There are still children who does not have enough clothes to wear, family who does not have enough toothpaste to use, people who still does not know who Jesus is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Double P/S &lt;/span&gt;I really really wanna upload so many photos from this trip and even from national service. But I seriously can't seem to find my darn usb. It's somewhere in those huge brown boxes placed in this house of mine which is in a full of mess due to the house renovation dang, this is frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O wells, it'll come to me when I don't think about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I should totally go sleep now. Tomorrow's another long day out with boyfriend, Mei Ki and bunch wheee&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I love you so much ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-246431845824297257?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/246431845824297257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=246431845824297257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/246431845824297257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/246431845824297257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/usb-oh-usb-i-am-not-afraid-of-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TIpvHys6THI/AAAAAAAABTQ/nL9eFmuhrN0/s72-c/flower11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1900207459158454516</id><published>2010-09-08T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:14:58.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Make over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two souls with but a single thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Two hearts that beat as one.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TId0_5N2gzI/AAAAAAAABTA/pp7tDHP5bDw/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TId0_5N2gzI/AAAAAAAABTA/pp7tDHP5bDw/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+111.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finally, my blog is alive again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe I officially finished my life in National Service already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know how glad I am that it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, despite the fact that the teachers and friends there are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lifestyle there is just pure agony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dislike it most when you even sweat when you sleep in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EACH TIME gaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that time has past and gone, I shall move on with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a wide smile on my face ngeh &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥‌♥‌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥‌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okayh, you'd probably be thinking what I've been slacking off ever since I came back ngehehe. Awesome boyfriend of mine bought me to gai gai at S.Pyramid the other day. Got myself slippers from Roxy, like finally new slippers wheee. Went and did some catching up with Bff, Darren the other day and did even more shopping. 3 shoes and a bag this time :):):) Thank you Bff for one of my shoes hehe. Now, the next thing I want is to do something with my hair. Yes, I know. Again. I can't help it! After 3 months in camp, I seriously want feel pretty again haha. Okayh, that doesn't mean I praised myself for being pretty last time la, kay? But O gosh, all those can never top up the noise pollution coming out from the construction work that is killing me! Why does it take this much to beautify my cute lil home. Gaah,but I can't wait till it's done :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I really have loads and loads of pictures to upload from my phone! But due to house renovation, I kinda don't remember where I put my phone's usb which is so annoying grrrr. And I can't find exactly where all my clothes and stuffs boxes are cause the store room is seriously in a mess o my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;P/S Thank you boyfriend for being there for me throughout this 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you boyfriend for the letters you took effort to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Thank you boyfriend for continuously loving and caring for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Thank you boyfriend for always being the first and the last to text me whenever I had my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Thank you boyfriend for my new pink phone, I super love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Mwaxx mwaxx mwaxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;evon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1900207459158454516?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1900207459158454516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1900207459158454516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1900207459158454516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1900207459158454516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-over-souls-with-but-single-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TId0_5N2gzI/AAAAAAAABTA/pp7tDHP5bDw/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8242563643800396136</id><published>2010-06-19T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:23:12.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Miss you like crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TBu0TjgPfDI/AAAAAAAABSo/AppQJWwhQFA/s1600/37246_438150749358_771624358_5723193_6727971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TBu0TjgPfDI/AAAAAAAABSo/AppQJWwhQFA/s400/37246_438150749358_771624358_5723193_6727971_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye Blogger;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello National Service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I will be MIA-ing for 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting from 21st June 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I officially have like 2 more days to spend here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna miss boyfriend like mad cows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family like raining water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends like chocolate mud cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, if God wants me to go :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;Back on September 2nd, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-8242563643800396136?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8242563643800396136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8242563643800396136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8242563643800396136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8242563643800396136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-you-like-crazy-you-dont-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TBu0TjgPfDI/AAAAAAAABSo/AppQJWwhQFA/s72-c/37246_438150749358_771624358_5723193_6727971_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1223739998459669424</id><published>2010-06-16T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:15:01.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How Can I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't ever let anyone pull you down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For life is short; Use it to your fulless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TBe_qhCJxxI/AAAAAAAABR4/0HiQBOJ3CnA/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+2..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TBe_qhCJxxI/AAAAAAAABR4/0HiQBOJ3CnA/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+2..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet sweet love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;This is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how far I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how long I go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish to come back to your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared to promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not because I don't want to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But because I don't wanna hurt you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to face you anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you've been amazing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to be the one for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one who'd make sweet memories with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I'm with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.&lt;/span&gt;" - Roy Croft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1223739998459669424?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1223739998459669424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1223739998459669424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1223739998459669424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1223739998459669424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-can-i-dont-ever-let-anyone-pull-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TBe_qhCJxxI/AAAAAAAABR4/0HiQBOJ3CnA/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+2..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-4054445814697863023</id><published>2010-06-09T02:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:21:30.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bwahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My night has become a sunny dawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TA-xATSqZOI/AAAAAAAABRw/TY26LoaPZas/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+2..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TA-xATSqZOI/AAAAAAAABRw/TY26LoaPZas/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+2..jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been MIA-ing the pass weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what everyone's saying, hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm back! Unofficially &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayh, let me tell you what I've been butting off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since after graduation, I've been going to church for the pass days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volunteering myself over there with whatever that I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, I'm enjoying it even though it's keeping me bussay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Going for camps with Ling to handle the children church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one this weekend in Port Dickson wheee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spending time with boyfriend too heh :):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a little with his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And like now, I should totally go sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have to wake up early for church tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean later! Lalalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-4054445814697863023?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/4054445814697863023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=4054445814697863023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4054445814697863023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4054445814697863023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/06/bwahahaha-my-night-has-become-sunny.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TA-xATSqZOI/AAAAAAAABRw/TY26LoaPZas/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+2..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8360458556922283486</id><published>2010-06-09T02:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:29:27.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What if...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Never leave the one you love for the one you like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because the one you like will leave you for the one they love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TAc65XlgxLI/AAAAAAAABQA/-sbg72JilQU/s1600/27692_402385286305_670521305_4139785_710754_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TAc65XlgxLI/AAAAAAAABQA/-sbg72JilQU/s400/27692_402385286305_670521305_4139785_710754_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Sweet love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm sorry;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;P/s I love watching movies till late night with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking crap with you on the phone endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love playing bowling with you.&lt;/div&gt;I love it when you message me early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Just to send me morning kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love us bullying one another everywhere we go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;But still know that we love one another.&lt;/div&gt;I love getting lost with you in the car,&lt;br /&gt;Because we're bad with directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love us laughing at one another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;For all the lame things we say or do.&lt;/div&gt;I love you hugging me so tightly,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you're about to leave my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love you calling me cute everytime I do something silly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love when you look out the window,&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure I enter the house safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love talking to you about God.&lt;/div&gt;I love how you correct me when I use "never",&lt;br /&gt;When I should be using "didn't",&lt;br /&gt;I know it annoys you and it annoys me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love it when we plan and plan and plan so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Of what to do together next time.&lt;/div&gt;I love you reading my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love when you show the effort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Of how much you truly wanna spend time with me.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love when you know what I'm about to say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love when you sometimes get jealous, it's just too cute.&lt;/div&gt;I love when you drove all the way from your house just to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how we share the same bowl of coco crunch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love how you wanna spend time with me by watching movie,&lt;br /&gt;And ended up sleeping on my lap cause you're so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how you come to visit me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Eventhough it's after a whole day of work.&lt;/div&gt;I love how you try to be romantic every single time,&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to your girlfriend always fails,&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what we call "potong steam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how you look at me in the eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;And all you did is smile and say, "My beautiful girl."&lt;/div&gt;I love how you actually care about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;I love how you try to not make things worst when I'm angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love how you purposely sing out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;Just to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how we hold hands and worship God.&lt;/div&gt;I love how you love me being short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how you remember everything about us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;And say that I'm forgetful.&lt;/div&gt;I love how you write I love you with your finger on my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love it when you drive around our housing area,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Just so we can spend more time together.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how you kiss me gently on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how our lips touch.&lt;/div&gt;I love how you tickle me just so I don't be mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how you try to make me fat so nobody wants me besides you.&lt;/div&gt;I love how you try your best to give me your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how you let me lie on your chest, hand, shoulder or leg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;It's so comfortable that I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you try to comfort me but worries if you talk too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how you are always appreciative and grateful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;For everything I do, it makes me feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you laugh at me laughing at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love grocery shopping with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love how you actually listens to me grumble about every single things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love it when you think about our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you wait quietly in the car for me no matter how long it takes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love how you are always understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;Espeacially when I'm too busy to accompany you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how you let me listen to your heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I love it when you say how imperfect I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'm perfect for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much more&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-8360458556922283486?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8360458556922283486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8360458556922283486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8360458556922283486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8360458556922283486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/TAc65XlgxLI/AAAAAAAABQA/-sbg72JilQU/s72-c/27692_402385286305_670521305_4139785_710754_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1079561980067554390</id><published>2010-05-27T04:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T04:36:46.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;21st May 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;你会等待还是离开&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S_ktFThi1zI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9XypoTvK2xk/s1600/P5210241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S_ktFThi1zI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9XypoTvK2xk/s400/P5210241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alot of things have been happening in my life recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much, I don't even know how to put them into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a puzzle, an incomplete puzzle - &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ask me what I want, I tell you I am clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you've realized or not, I just graduated from bible college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally miss hanging out with them those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the joy and laughter, tears and sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I will truly cherish each and every of the moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you everyone for coming to my graduation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really means the world to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really feel so much &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;from you all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1079561980067554390?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1079561980067554390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1079561980067554390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1079561980067554390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1079561980067554390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/05/21st-may-2010-alot-of-things-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S_ktFThi1zI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9XypoTvK2xk/s72-c/P5210241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-6430138247906582773</id><published>2010-05-12T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:47:56.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Anniversary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Before I met you I never knew what it was like;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To look at someone and smile for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-mC-mGiT9I/AAAAAAAABPI/kDO2TMqguMc/s1600/27030_353594714358_771624358_4758607_6570700_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-mC-mGiT9I/AAAAAAAABPI/kDO2TMqguMc/s400/27030_353594714358_771624358_4758607_6570700_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy One Year&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seems so fast that it's been a year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe cause we've enjoyed one another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And turned all my sadness into laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thank you thank you thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you thank you thank you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how many thank you I've said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is never enough for all the food and movies we've shared and paid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whatever it is, I super love to be your date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can write a 10 page long essay and not mean a thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'd rather write a short message and show you everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words can never describe how much you mean to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I hope that this, we are meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you, I love you, I love you and am not afraid to show it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;All the moments we've shared together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;I will truly cherish it forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-6430138247906582773?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/6430138247906582773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=6430138247906582773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6430138247906582773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6430138247906582773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/05/anniversary-before-i-met-you-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-mC-mGiT9I/AAAAAAAABPI/kDO2TMqguMc/s72-c/27030_353594714358_771624358_4758607_6570700_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1803257963224953879</id><published>2010-05-07T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:40:23.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;120 hours to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What you do doesn't determine who you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But who you are determines what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-QNH73RGiI/AAAAAAAABOw/5wNl9NK4ugM/s1600/29867_382733717875_719987875_4089150_3642791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-QNH73RGiI/AAAAAAAABOw/5wNl9NK4ugM/s400/29867_382733717875_719987875_4089150_3642791_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh gosh, I seriously need time for myself. My blog is starting to be dead, like super .__. And I feel like changing my blogskin. I'm so tempted to do so laa. Should I? Heeeee. But it's not like I have the time to do so uggh. I didn't even get my afternoon nap. Boooooolalalalalalalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayh, I feel like eating ice cream nomnomnom imagine all the ice cream I can eat woah - Haven :) Anyways, talking about ice cream. Krystal's birthday was on Labor Day. We celebrated it on Sunday, right after sunday service. The cake was totally awesome. UNTIL I fell off the stairs, like literally fell. &lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Omgbbqstrawberry&lt;/span&gt; la. I fell on my knees for half a floor. The picture above was before the fall btw. Anyways, damn pain la, I cried -.- And my dad had to carry me down from the stairs. From this experience, it is scientifically proven that my brother's Iphone can really distract you from all the pain you're facing. I'm talking about physical pains :) Seriously, I was soooo indulged with the stupid games. I couldn't bother less hahaha. Anyways, upcoming embarrassing photos of yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-QPrg5f2UI/AAAAAAAABO4/8opu2mCEgJM/s1600/31012_435715534637_687354637_5644163_6743195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-QPrg5f2UI/AAAAAAAABO4/8opu2mCEgJM/s400/31012_435715534637_687354637_5644163_6743195_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was seriously damn speechless. It happened so fast. So yeah I couldn't feel my legs for a day. Muscles hurt like crap the next day. So I had to skip a day of college hmmm. But I went to school the next day and climbed 4 floors up! Aren't I woman spartan or what? :) I'm so proud of myself haha. Well, I'm basically feeling much better, if you're wondering. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Limping around like a retard and walking as slow as a grandma&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for asking lol. I'll be going for check up soon, so let's just hope I get only good news from the doctor ya? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, and parents asked me to do laser for my eyes. Hmmm, what do you think? I told them I'd think about it. Cause I kinda got used to wearing contacts. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;AND I LIKE MY SPECS&lt;/span&gt;. Cause boyfriend likes me wearing them :) And also am scared if there's side effects or whether it'd hurt in the process or not .__. Oh, we'll see how things goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been blogging like this for years. Hahahaha it's always point forms, point forms, point forms. I guess I wouldn't mind blogging like this once in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I miss my boyfriend loads. It used to be our friday movie night but since boyfriend started work, he'd only take off on a monday. That explains why I have time to actually blog so much crap tonight hahaha. Omg, I'm so not used to being free on a friday night haha! But I tell you,&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; my boyfriend is the cutest and sweetest thing on this planet earth :):):)&lt;/span&gt; Thank you boyfriend, for waiting in the car for me while I was talking to Mei Ki in front of her house for an hour yesterday! Yes, an hour. Thank you for visiting me every now and then when I injured myself eventhough you're tired from work. Only you can tolerate with me like this. I am really grateful and you all shall be very jealous &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;We'd only start to renovate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after we graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We would come back by eight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that we can open the gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not be late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I come back from the lake.&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omgosh, I know that is damn random. But this is one of the lame things me and my boyfriend do during our midnight phone calls haha. He says it's due to the lack of our sleep hahaha. It makes sense la. Okayh, maybe only me and boyfriend understands this haha. But I don't think it's fully done. I don't quite remember the whole thing. Oh wells,&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt; I love him&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12th May 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1803257963224953879?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1803257963224953879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1803257963224953879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1803257963224953879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1803257963224953879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/05/120-hours-to-go-what-you-do-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S-QNH73RGiI/AAAAAAAABOw/5wNl9NK4ugM/s72-c/29867_382733717875_719987875_4089150_3642791_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-2634131086833355099</id><published>2010-04-27T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:10:39.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fever fever, go away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cause I know in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Our love will never end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S9ZgYje0ApI/AAAAAAAABOg/_mgzl8ENvI4/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S9ZgYje0ApI/AAAAAAAABOg/_mgzl8ENvI4/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+6.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I've been MIA for so freaking long! Gosh .__. I feel like I have so much to say, yet I don't know what lol. Hmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Ahh yes, point forms :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Ohhh, watched &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Kick Ass &lt;/span&gt;with the boyfriend of mine yesterday. It wasn't as nice and funny as we thought it'd be. Maybe for my brother lah. But I totally enjoyed all my sayangs and hugs from boyfriend hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I FREAKING GOT MY &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;CONVERSE &lt;/span&gt;NAO. Am soooo deeply in love with em! But sadly, 2 of my other shoes broke :( Nvm, I shall go shop for new shoes wheeee. When I have time, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Ohhh, you must be wondering why I have time to blog nao. Well, apparently my body gave up on me yesterday. Fell sick and couldn't make it to class this morning. LIKE AFTER 2 MONTHS! Nao am enjoying my rest &amp;amp; air con in my room. Ahhh the luxury :):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Can't wait for dinner tonight with Pragas and the rest. Yum, imagine all the food they're gonna cook and all I can eat HooHaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Did I tell you I went jogging the other day, and so randomly I saw Selva, Jason &amp;amp; Wayne? Omg, I is damn happy I tell you. Haven't seen them in ages! So I continued my jog first and they were playing football. After that, Jason had to leave. The rest stayed back and chatted on the bench till the sky turned dark. Like seriously, it was so nice to be updated by my &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;awesome friends&lt;/span&gt; once more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Gawd, saw BFF Darren at the car park yesterday when I heading to the cinema with the boyfriend! Whoooo, I need updates from you too dong and Mei Ki! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Had lunchie with charchie 2 and steel on Saturday ahhh happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Boyfriend had dinner with my family the other day. The&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; ice cream&lt;/span&gt; was so memalukan lol :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I should totally go rest nao.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May be MIA again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-2634131086833355099?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/2634131086833355099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=2634131086833355099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2634131086833355099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2634131086833355099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/04/fever-fever-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S9ZgYje0ApI/AAAAAAAABOg/_mgzl8ENvI4/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-151583876470796886</id><published>2010-04-18T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:16:37.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bahtu &amp;amp; Tuaala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The people who hurt you the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Are normally the people you love the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S8saILlFNOI/AAAAAAAABOY/s7Kn4GtAK6o/s1600/24215_1360917777732_1075186130_1051892_4259438_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S8saILlFNOI/AAAAAAAABOY/s7Kn4GtAK6o/s400/24215_1360917777732_1075186130_1051892_4259438_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been ages since I blogged. Life has been so hectic, filled with ups and downs. Hmm, maybe cause I'm pmsing. That's why I think alot .__. I feel like hypnotizing myself, then ask all the mini me's in my brain to throw all my thoughts into the dumpster. Is that possible? Too much Spongebob hoho ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I just came back from my 2 days 1 night trip to Ipoh. It was damn awesome!!!! Thanks Pragas for driving us and Tracy jie, Ling jie and Qing Ling for being so fabulous. :):):) You guys are definitely so much fun! Reached home around 2am yesterday. I slept like a pig .__. Haha. Pictures coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I tell you, we laughed so much from the moment we started our journey until we wanna pee .__. Like seriously, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I have Hokkien 101 and Lame 101 classes by Pragas! I said something really stupid that got me an A+ for Lame 101.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;( Pragas &lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;Seafood, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, I don't wanna SEE food lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;Then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna EAT food! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;-.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. More updates about Ipoh soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. OMGBBQSTRAWBERRY, did I tell you? I got my lappie already :) I know I'm suppose to be happy and all but it's a long story. Kinda emofying hmmm. But I wanna thank God for it hehe. Oh, it's fregging &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;! Not exactly what I wanted, but still prettay oh la la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. Back to waking up 5.45 in the morning tomorrow. Awwwww :( But at least I'll get to see my friends hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Guess what? I can't believe I chopped my hair today! Like I faced one of my biggest fear. I was so terrified :\ Not that I am damn happy with the results, but still better than the previous one lah. Mummy said wait till my hair grows longer, then she'll bring me go dye my hair again. Yay, this time please a more obvious colour :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7. I want my Teetoo bag! And new shoes pretty pretty pleeeeeaaaase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?! Should I give up? Feel so emo thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall go sleep nao. Nights people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-151583876470796886?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/151583876470796886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=151583876470796886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/151583876470796886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/151583876470796886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/04/bahtu-tuaala-people-who-hurt-you-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S8saILlFNOI/AAAAAAAABOY/s7Kn4GtAK6o/s72-c/24215_1360917777732_1075186130_1051892_4259438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5628625178202082169</id><published>2010-04-08T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:25:54.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The bigger the better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;I want to hear you say, that who I am is quite enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Just want to be worthy of love and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S73LLHdPmwI/AAAAAAAABOQ/6gOF9uammmg/s1600/24873_411953409358_771624358_5060152_7115012_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S73LLHdPmwI/AAAAAAAABOQ/6gOF9uammmg/s400/24873_411953409358_771624358_5060152_7115012_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello world :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I'm&amp;nbsp;in a goody moody today *smiles so wide you can't see my eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I tell you nao, I had the best time yesterday :):):) Went to KL with house mates 1 and Joel after class. My first time on a KTM! I know I'm super awesome right? Haha. A person from Penang knows my own homeland better than I do .__. Goosh, where have I been living laah. &lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Answer: In a pineapple &lt;/span&gt;LOL :) That's lame, I know. Anyways, back to the point. We went to Low Yat first cause some of them need to buy some stuffs and saw pretty gadgets. Me and Bethany wants that fregging pink phone! Like seriously, I want it. Am going gaga over it. It's so preeeeetty hehe. Then went over to Sg.Wang and walked around. I saw some nice stuffs but didn't have to time to get them. Was practically rushing the whole entire time. Ate Teppanyaki for dinner. My salmon was super awesome! So was Pragas's beef yang boleh beranak, I waaaant more haha .__. It's our inside joke lah. After dinner, went to Giordano and saw their jeans. Omg, I'm gonna get them I tell you :) The train was 30 mins late! Terrible public transports we have here tsk tsk. Am glad I was too tired to even bother haha. But with friends as awesome as mine's, no time to complain lah. We were all super tired by the time we were in the train, but for sure we were the loudest in there! Everyone was practically laughing at our jokes lol. By the time I was home, it was already 11.30 ohh my feet hurts so bad. Anyways, I had fun. Thanks guys for bringing me out&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Had my interview with the principal this afternoon and thinks he's one of the nicest people around. Like seriously, he's so nice I feel like I could just tell him everything .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Crap, I'm stuck with my modules. I haven't touched them in a week or so. Ahhh, I need to stop slacking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I kinda have this urge to cut my hair cause it's kinda long and out of shape. And also cause I haven't cut my hair in like 7 months already and that all my split ends are starting to show but somehow I kinda don't want to cause everytime I cut my hair, either it'll turn into a disaster or it's not what I want or the dong dong hair stylist don't know what he/she is doing at all. Then I'll start being emo again and everyone around me would have to suffer which ain't a pretty scene .__. Uggh, so I guess you guys should just keep telling me not to cut my hair everytime I mentioned about cutting my hair for the rest of my life like how my mom is doing right now which is quite effective haha. This is crap .__. And I'm making you read this, I'm so mean hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Ohhh wait, I need to&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; stretch stretch stretch.&lt;/span&gt; The results are so satisfying :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I should go sleep now. Don't wanna be cranky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chao mao rao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-5628625178202082169?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5628625178202082169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=5628625178202082169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5628625178202082169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5628625178202082169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/04/bigger-better-i-want-to-hear-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S73LLHdPmwI/AAAAAAAABOQ/6gOF9uammmg/s72-c/24873_411953409358_771624358_5060152_7115012_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8232132508587758763</id><published>2010-04-05T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:29:51.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Short short short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 souls with but a single thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;2 hearts that beat as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7mefkH0QGI/AAAAAAAABN4/ASJyEGWJ8IU/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7mefkH0QGI/AAAAAAAABN4/ASJyEGWJ8IU/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Happy Easter Sunday everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I am cranky because I did not have my afternoon nap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I'm getting pissed with my brother uggh. Oh wait, not him. But his annoying &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;techno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; music that even houses down the road could listen. Imagine trying to sleep with that condition. And he wouldn't fregging off it! Goosh :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I am hungry. Another reason to be cranky. I neeed my food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. My weekend was awesome but Sunday afternoons are usually shitty to me. I wonder why, not because class starts on Monday okaayh. &lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;I enjoy my classes&lt;/span&gt;. With such awesome classmates, how to not enjoy hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Okaayh, back to my weekends. Let's start with Friday. It was fun hehe. Jess, Number 4 and Number 2 came over my house after class due to some reasons. Then we headed off to Pyramid afterward. Makan and chatted awhile. I tell you Jess and Number 4 are like making million dollar business. The whole time they were walking away or on the phone. Dumped me and Number 2 alone chatting haha. Went and take &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;sticker photos!&lt;/span&gt; Omgosh, we were so funny lol. But am loving it :) I don't care, we're taking prettier ones next time. Ohh, did I tell you. They bought me to eat my very first lok lok hehe. Thank you guys &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;7. Going back home was CRAZY. Took the bus, ended up at Usj 4. Then decided to take a cab. I think it took us &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;an hour&lt;/span&gt; back to my house when it would usually take 10 mins .__. Anyways, thank you Number 4 for bringing me back home. I'd be lost like an ugly duckling without you haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;8. Someone's showing off his new car haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;9. Saturday was even crazier. Totally enjoyed creative class tho. Rah rah ah ah ah, roma roma ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;10. Time to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt; Chao mao rao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;evon&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/4673955159724074699-8232132508587758763?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8232132508587758763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8232132508587758763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8232132508587758763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8232132508587758763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-short-short-2-souls-with-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7mefkH0QGI/AAAAAAAABN4/ASJyEGWJ8IU/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7082149486417651276</id><published>2010-04-01T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:31:22.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Chewie is so cutie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is falling apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When there's no light to break up the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7SlsZpjB-I/AAAAAAAABNw/0F5r5poY-Ko/s1600/26434_409744049358_771624358_5003832_5971047_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7SlsZpjB-I/AAAAAAAABNw/0F5r5poY-Ko/s400/26434_409744049358_771624358_5003832_5971047_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Hoohaa I'm back people! I think I'm blogging alot recently. And I come to realize that no one reads it  anyways. So I'm like practically talking to myself boohoo. I need to get  a life like nao raawr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I gave boyfriend the wrong duty roster .__. *Whacks head* &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. TGIGBFLF :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Tomorrow's Good Friday. The day we come to realize and thank God for the crucifixion of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. And it also means that Easter Sunday is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I had a terrible nightmare during my afternoon nap .__. I freaked out, screamed and woke up. Do you wanna know what's it about? Naaah, I don't wanna tell. It's superb embarrassing pffft. But seriously, it was damn freaky. You really wanna know? Like seriously? Okayh okayh,&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt; DON'T LAUGH AT ME KAY?!&lt;/span&gt; You promise. I dreamt that one day, some of my college mates were at my house for who knows what reason, chilling out I guess. And all of the sudden, an army of cockroaches the size of &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CRABS&lt;/span&gt; started invading my house. Like what the bush! I don't really know the ending of the story. I don't think I even wanna know. Maybe all of us got eaten by the cockroaches one after another omnomnomnom .__. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Anyways, you must either think I'm crazy or totally agree with me that the nightmare was freaky. Gosh, I dislike you dirty brown 6 legged insect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Exam's tomorrow and I'm still blogging. Hoohaa ain't I awesome or what &amp;gt;:) Let's just hope I can pass my exam haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I guess I'll stop crapping lah. Not like anyone reads it anyways :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Oh ya, HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;SELVA&lt;/span&gt;! No april's fool haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chao mao rao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7082149486417651276?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7082149486417651276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7082149486417651276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7082149486417651276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7082149486417651276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/04/chewie-is-so-cutie-when-my-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7SlsZpjB-I/AAAAAAAABNw/0F5r5poY-Ko/s72-c/26434_409744049358_771624358_5003832_5971047_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-638240230275813374</id><published>2010-03-31T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:20:36.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Shine like a star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Burn like the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7NnJbdJk5I/AAAAAAAABMg/l5kVVDV-RNw/s1600/26434_409752969358_771624358_5003994_5660668_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7NnJbdJk5I/AAAAAAAABMg/l5kVVDV-RNw/s400/26434_409752969358_771624358_5003994_5660668_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many faces :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I'm gonna post in point forms now. I DON'T CARE! &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Anyways, okayh! I just encouraged and cheered myself up blogging in my previous post. Again, I don't fregging care if you think I'm cuckoo or just plain silly. As long it makes me happy, so be it! Hoohaa how much a blog can do nowadays and not forgetting how amazing God is :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I need 2 cups of Neslo everyday to keep me awake in class .__. What do you expect, I wake up 5.30 in the morning every single day. Don't you give me that look, okayh. I need that much time to get ready for class. Blame the habit of stoning in front of the mirror! And if you don't know,&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt; Nescafe + Milo = Neslo&lt;/span&gt;. Gooosh, had sugar rush today. Tabitha, you saw it! Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Back to oats every lunch. I'MMA PIG and that's bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Oh gawd, I'm old :( My body parts doesn't seem as flexible as it used to be anymore. And it aches every single day. Do you know what that means?&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Stretching time&lt;/span&gt; wheeee the agony .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. My dad seriously makes me laugh like mad cow la. I love him so much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Dong dong boyfriend decided never to ever paint my toenails ever again after that day hahaha. Now you know, it's not an easy job for a girl to paint her nails okaaayh &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Darren &amp;amp; Mei Ki&lt;/span&gt;, I seriously miss you guys. Where art thou? :( Even though I didn't message you guys after so long, please know that you're always on my mind. I waaaaat updates from you guys so badly. Ask me out lar, I'd fly from the other side of the world for you both hoohaa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. My driving classes are on hold. That's so emofying. I hope I can get my license by May. Oh please oh please oh please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....................................................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough said, I have this part of my post dedicated to someone dear to my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;JOSEPH BENJAMIN STEWART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday, kor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've said it once, twice. I'll say it thrice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am truly blessed to have you in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've practically grown up together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing each others through ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'd be very sad if we ever stop keeping in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna see you 10, 20, 30 years down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And seeing you attending my wedding, okayh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember you said you'll help me with my gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha the old times. I'd miss you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyways like you've said, keep shining for God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always remember you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-638240230275813374?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/638240230275813374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=638240230275813374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/638240230275813374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/638240230275813374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-shine-like-star-burn.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7NnJbdJk5I/AAAAAAAABMg/l5kVVDV-RNw/s72-c/26434_409752969358_771624358_5003994_5660668_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-3594540302302101266</id><published>2010-03-31T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:00:49.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Don't play with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love always protects, always trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7NH0Ud8xoI/AAAAAAAABMY/EB_IJArIpq4/s1600/26434_409752964358_771624358_5003993_3186437_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7NH0Ud8xoI/AAAAAAAABMY/EB_IJArIpq4/s400/26434_409752964358_771624358_5003993_3186437_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know whether I'm pmsing or wert. &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Leave me&lt;/span&gt; kthxbai &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may seems that only God can show me true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may seems that only God can give me true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may seems that only God can fill the emptiness in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may seems that only God can replace the sorrow within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may seems that only God can replace the burden within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may seems that only God can put a true smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evon, never let this world pull you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Buck up, no tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With God, no human words are gonna harm me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am strong. I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am beautifully and wonderfully made by God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether you like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-3594540302302101266?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/3594540302302101266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=3594540302302101266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3594540302302101266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3594540302302101266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-play-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S7NH0Ud8xoI/AAAAAAAABMY/EB_IJArIpq4/s72-c/26434_409752964358_771624358_5003993_3186437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5171417787996067435</id><published>2010-03-28T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:50:58.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burned out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is none like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No one else can touch my heart like you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S69PMewMdmI/AAAAAAAABLg/rErmGadjyjw/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo+53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S69PMewMdmI/AAAAAAAABLg/rErmGadjyjw/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+53.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayh. Since someone said my blog's turning into point forms. And it ain't prettay. I shall blog like an essay nao. Let's just hope it'd be easy to read .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see what I've done throughout the weekend aite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last class of the week! Like finaaally. Gosh, that week felt like it was never gonna end :\ Had my awesome possum afternoon nap after class. And as usually, my Friday night spent with boyfriend :) We watched Time Traveller's Wife. Thank you for going through the "agony" for me hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh, did I tell you? I had dinner with college house 1 on Thursday. And boyfriend came along too! The funniest part was when daddy introduced my family and boyfriend to them. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. When it was boyfriend's turn, daddy was like :" This is um, um *long awkward pause* um...&lt;i&gt; MY FRIEND&lt;/i&gt;! " Lol silly him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busy day ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up at 8 in the morning for worship makan time wheee. That means I get to see Steel and Charchie 2! But the stupid thing was that I only had 6 hours of sleep!! Which is not enough raaaawr. Gooosh, you don't wanna know how many times I snoozed my alarm :\ Finally gave in and dragged myself to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food was YUMMY :) Like I haven't tasted such awesome soup before. And and and the salmooooooon. After that, head off to The Curve with Charchie 2 to meet up with Michelle. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charchie 2 drove me for the very first time!&lt;/span&gt; Hehehehe it was fun eventhough it was only the 3 of us. So it means bonding session at Baskin Robbins! Darn satisfied with my ice cream la haha. Watched Alice in Wonderland later on. Charchie 2 seems to enjoy the show alot! Like fregging alot!! I kinda like the cat nao. It doesn't seem so bad and scary after all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After movies, we went our separate ways. Charchie 2 drop me off 1utama. Cause boyfriend was there for his cell outing. I can tell you, by then my heels were killing me! Imagine walking from one end of 1utama to the other end .__. Don't bother convincing me not to wear heels, wouldn't work :) Had boyfriend's favourite Carl's Jr. for dinner. Then we headed home and watched Biggest Loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugggh I don't bother explaining this day. Pms gao gao :\ Then again, Charchie 2 was there. Thanks babe, I hope you felt better too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa, that's a loooong post. Didn't know I have so much to crap about .__. Sunday is ending. Another busy week ahead pffffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chao mao rao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-5171417787996067435?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5171417787996067435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=5171417787996067435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5171417787996067435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/5171417787996067435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/burned-out-is-none-like-you-no-one-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S69PMewMdmI/AAAAAAAABLg/rErmGadjyjw/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-3851148113709062955</id><published>2010-03-21T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:13:48.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Grace of God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You filled my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And it overflowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S6YmH7OctNI/AAAAAAAABLY/56OW7IS5syw/s1600-h/9021_122927617875_719987875_2551623_269787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S6YmH7OctNI/AAAAAAAABLY/56OW7IS5syw/s400/9021_122927617875_719987875_2551623_269787_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;To Gracie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;I truly deeply tell you this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;I can never find any friend awesomer than  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;You do not  judge me for my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;Instead,  you are always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;I wanna  thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Guys, you all are my awesome friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for the things she's done for me, I really don't know how to repay her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Bear with me, it's one of those nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Have you ever felt that you want something so badly, but know it's not good for you. And still, you want it? Yeah, that's how I feel right now. Like &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, a little of em seems fine. But when it gets addictive, you keep coming back for more. And from there, you know that consequences must be faced which sucks so bad :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. God, give me wisdom and strength. I know  what I'm suppose to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't  know how to face it. Please be there for me, I need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Still, &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;nothing is worth suicidal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. In times like these, it seems like God's the only solution to my everything.&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad He is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I'm guessing you're feeling confused cause my blog gives you diverse feelings. First I'm grateful, then I'm sad and lost and now, everything seems ok. Well, let me tell you. I'm not okay thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. But because of God's &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;love and grace&lt;/span&gt;, not forgetting the people around me. I know I am truly blessed. And obstacles like these aren't gonna tear me apart. I don't think so, I know so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Okayh, Monday is coming. Back to school. Study study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God loves you and me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-3851148113709062955?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/3851148113709062955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=3851148113709062955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3851148113709062955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3851148113709062955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/grace-of-god-you-filled-my-heart-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S6YmH7OctNI/AAAAAAAABLY/56OW7IS5syw/s72-c/9021_122927617875_719987875_2551623_269787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-4520133061278275870</id><published>2010-03-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:04:11.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Missing out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If we can't trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Neither can we find love or joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S6CDsJTw0oI/AAAAAAAABKg/afVqFYmMfVU/s1600-h/27030_353594809358_771624358_4758618_5926067_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S6CDsJTw0oI/AAAAAAAABKg/afVqFYmMfVU/s400/27030_353594809358_771624358_4758618_5926067_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Thank God&lt;/span&gt; for worship today. Everything went super well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also thanks to the musicians! You guys were awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Am feeling kinda looooow right nao. I would love to know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn't uggh .__. Maybe I'm tired, let's hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Just finished my assignment yesterday. 2 1/2 hours for a page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gooosh, it's harder than you think. But am quite &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; la :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I'm missing out all the fun! Sacrifices to be made, oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;WATCH OUT FRIENDS, I'D BE FREE BY MAY 21ST!&lt;/span&gt; Lawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I know that's a long way more. Just trying to make myself feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which doesn't seem to be working raawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Ling invited me to be one of the blog authors in this particular blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Different various authors. Kinda awesome possum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's under construction. But please do check em out ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd put the link down here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itstartedwithapassion.blogspot.com/" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;http://itstartedwithapassion.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I think too much :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Am talking to Selva nao. Happy happy I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mei Ki, where are you? KISS KISS HUG HUG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. You'd probably seen this in my blog before or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" I like you more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob likes jellyfishing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandy likes karate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr.Krabs likes money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Squidward likes his clarinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I want is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like how much Plankton wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The krabby patty secret formula &lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But am still loving it everytime I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Ps.Colin Hurt is sooo awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's such a wonderful man of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Information about &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;National Service&lt;/span&gt; are FINALLY out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda knew I wasn't gonna be sent back to Selangor hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yaaah, anyways. It's Sungai Siput, Perak. Wherever that is haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boyfriend told me he'd heard of that place before, alot of siput .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see you see, so lame! Hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I won't be able to attend due to Bible College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy and sad at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Ohhhh, the bed is calling me nao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall be obedient hehe. Nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4673955159724074699-4520133061278275870?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/4520133061278275870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=4520133061278275870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4520133061278275870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/4520133061278275870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/missing-out-if-we-cant-trust-neither.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S6CDsJTw0oI/AAAAAAAABKg/afVqFYmMfVU/s72-c/27030_353594809358_771624358_4758618_5926067_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-2324681311110370576</id><published>2010-03-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:40:12.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Underwater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All I really wanna do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Is fall even deeper in love with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5ubSelsExI/AAAAAAAABKY/ROBlBjV2Rzw/s1600-h/27030_356087809358_771624358_4767058_1363896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5ubSelsExI/AAAAAAAABKY/ROBlBjV2Rzw/s400/27030_356087809358_771624358_4767058_1363896_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 1. I'm gonna stop posting in point form starting from the next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I doubt it hahahaha &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Another week has passed .__. I hope I'd used my time properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And not like waste time and rot at home anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Worship leading&lt;/span&gt; this coming Wednesday at Bible College. Darn nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can hear the pounding of my heartbeat just by standing next to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Thank you Joel Chua &amp;amp; Jen Ling, my musicians :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Got modules to finish up!! Ahhh, I must not slack .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I forgot some of the things I want to post. Uggh so annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Oh, somehow I really miss all my &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;high school friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super sad I couldn't see alot of them the other day :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Watched The Book of Eli with&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was alright. I bet the script was less than 20 pages or something haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna watch Alice in Wonderland *hint hint* &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Hm, I feel like I have loads of things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Somehow I'm sitting here blogging. Pffft I kinda dislike this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Marie Digby is damn gorgeous huhu and  so is Josh Duhamel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. OH, I REMEMBER WHAT I WANNA POST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T BOTHER ASKING ME BOUT MY SPM RESULTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KTHXBAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. Random but I somehow miss &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; damn alot sigh :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Shall busify myself right now. Chao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is super awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-2324681311110370576?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/2324681311110370576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=2324681311110370576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2324681311110370576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2324681311110370576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/underwater-all-i-really-wanna-do-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5ubSelsExI/AAAAAAAABKY/ROBlBjV2Rzw/s72-c/27030_356087809358_771624358_4767058_1363896_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-2638010891951779766</id><published>2010-03-07T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:35:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Miss you like crazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Even more than words can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5NwrPth1MI/AAAAAAAABKQ/ZTPPiryZm7s/s1600-h/27030_353594729358_771624358_4758609_2632940_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5NwrPth1MI/AAAAAAAABKQ/ZTPPiryZm7s/s400/27030_353594729358_771624358_4758609_2632940_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boyfriend, I'd always be there for you &lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The spaces between my fingers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-2638010891951779766?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/2638010891951779766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=2638010891951779766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2638010891951779766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2638010891951779766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/boyfriend-stars-lean-down-to-kiss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5NwrPth1MI/AAAAAAAABKQ/ZTPPiryZm7s/s72-c/27030_353594729358_771624358_4758609_2632940_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-6530480417887224291</id><published>2010-03-06T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:52:25.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March begins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;God is LOVE ; GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We, his workmanship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5FDXhzSPOI/AAAAAAAABKI/vTndFDjlym0/s1600-h/FotoFlexer_Photo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5FDXhzSPOI/AAAAAAAABKI/vTndFDjlym0/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo+3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's already March. I'm not ready .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. But it means &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Mei Ki&lt;/span&gt;'s coming back from NS real soon.&lt;br /&gt;I totally can't wait to hang out with her once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We didn't even snap any photos when she came back! &lt;br /&gt;Better have another photoshoot with you ah, please hehe &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It means you too,&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt; boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. I want photos with yooooouuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First week of &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Bible School&lt;/span&gt; just ended. Am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Watched Solomon Kane with &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; at Summit just now.&lt;br /&gt;Scaaaary looking devils lar. Overall, a nice show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Had a sudden crave for ice cream after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brought me to my favorite,100 yen! For &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. Yuuumz&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #ea9999;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, and also for spending time with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Am so tired I'm suppose to sleep nao. Tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-6530480417887224291?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/6530480417887224291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=6530480417887224291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6530480417887224291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/6530480417887224291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-begins-god-is-love-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S5FDXhzSPOI/AAAAAAAABKI/vTndFDjlym0/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-8833924171389158487</id><published>2010-03-04T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:14:13.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sow in tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Reap in joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4_K4XwtJ2I/AAAAAAAABKA/4eq8RvJOENc/s1600-h/27030_354536359358_771624358_4761239_923625_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4_K4XwtJ2I/AAAAAAAABKA/4eq8RvJOENc/s400/27030_354536359358_771624358_4761239_923625_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Click to enlarge )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Okaaaay. I'm kinda sleeeepy and tired and cranky and stoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I shall blog real quick and head off to bed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. God, please let me not have PMS. Thank you, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Bible school just started this week. Awesome possum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am really glad I'm here. In just a week, I've learn so much yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually feel more knowledgeable already *Inserts satisfied face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Finish 1 out of 10 modules which I'm suppose to do in 10 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9 more to go haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Made super awesome dossum qossum possum friends at bible school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the bonding begin :) And people thinks that my dad's cool haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Truth is, I miss my Bffs too. WHERE ARE YOU GUYZZZZZ? :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't you guys have blogs. Or for those who have update?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raaawr chew you guys into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. SPM results in a week or two. Worried - No. Well, I shouldn't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Oh, speaking of SPM. I think I did quite well for my first bible test yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No re-sits needed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Currently missing my silly boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. According to Jess, I'm an A-S-S. Haha *Inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall sleep nao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-8833924171389158487?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/8833924171389158487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=8833924171389158487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8833924171389158487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/8833924171389158487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/03/disc-sow-in-tears-reap-in-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4_K4XwtJ2I/AAAAAAAABKA/4eq8RvJOENc/s72-c/27030_354536359358_771624358_4761239_923625_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-3680590922120745277</id><published>2010-02-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:35:09.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life choices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All our midnight talks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Are becoming a habit to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4jO-K5tRXI/AAAAAAAABJ4/WSuCKK0Nqy0/s1600-h/P8fa3f424511dbe68332b128cd4beab83_134509876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4jO-K5tRXI/AAAAAAAABJ4/WSuCKK0Nqy0/s400/P8fa3f424511dbe68332b128cd4beab83_134509876.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. My blog format is slowly turning into &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;point forms&lt;/span&gt;, if you realize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't blame me. It's so much easier and neater :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. Stupid instructor canceled my amali class last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so pissed at him. I shall bite his head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rip his body into pieces and feed them to the cavemen hoho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Omg bff totally slept his way in. Like &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;4578352545 wake up calls&lt;/span&gt; by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And still asleep .__. I wonder what he's dreaming of. Cough cough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. Had dinner with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; the other day at some tea rice shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was yummy and everyone there was old. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. Witnessed an accident on that same day with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Scary :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pray&lt;/span&gt; that the little boy is alright tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6. Oh and I was joking about ripping up my instructor's body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Into pieces in point 2 okaaayh. Just so you know haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7. Realized I spent alot of time with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; this month. Happpiiee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8. Random but like I should have a post about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How many movies we'd watched together from Day 1 haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I consider us as&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; regular costumers&lt;/span&gt; for the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9. Can't wait for &lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;DFC 3rd Anniversary Celebration&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagining all the drummers and bassist gathering together hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10. Played Ps2 with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;at my house yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He gives no mercy to a girl. Bite you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I disappointed my brother haha. What do you expect :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;I am fun-sized.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;12. Family making me emo nao. Uggh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-3680590922120745277?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/3680590922120745277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=3680590922120745277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3680590922120745277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/3680590922120745277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-choices-all-our-midnight-talks-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4jO-K5tRXI/AAAAAAAABJ4/WSuCKK0Nqy0/s72-c/P8fa3f424511dbe68332b128cd4beab83_134509876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-7348540118373849658</id><published>2010-02-24T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:38:04.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st of March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Trust is always earned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Not given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4TaoZgpegI/AAAAAAAABJY/_68Et6OyXT4/s1600-h/makeover3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4TaoZgpegI/AAAAAAAABJY/_68Et6OyXT4/s400/makeover3.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some conversation we had&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; - Brother&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Darren, why don't you dye your hair like everyone else does?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Well, cause he wants to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;*Sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;res*&lt;/span&gt; Lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. It's gonna be a busy weekend. I like :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Thank God for &lt;span style="background-color: #674ea7; color: white;"&gt;no pms&lt;/span&gt;. My bf would be glad hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Retarded phone is giving up on me constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when I need it the most. Damn I need a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the one Bff has. It's &lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I just realize SPM results are out in 2 weeks. &lt;strike&gt;Shiiiiiit&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me jump off a building please. And do me a favour people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't ask for my results. It'd help alot. Thank you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Paramore is awesome. I'd love you if you gimme tickets haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Bible College starts next &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Bf said I sounded excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I am. Like finally I'm studying again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope my brain didn't rot and is still functioning .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I'm bringing my&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt; lion pencil case&lt;/span&gt; to class. I don't care :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I like staring at pretty girls more than I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Katy Perry is pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I think I'm gonna be classmate with my &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;. That's so cool hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Sushi mushi&lt;/span&gt; making yesterday with my beloved brother.&lt;br /&gt;It tasted awesome. Well, cause most of it was done by me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;But we had fun. And you are jealous &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Gonna meet up with Bff, Mee Ling and the rest soon. Yaay&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Hehe is there gonna be food? .__. Lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Needs to start jogging again. Gosh, I'm so lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. I think my&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Bf&lt;/span&gt; is pretty awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-7348540118373849658?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/7348540118373849658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=7348540118373849658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7348540118373849658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/7348540118373849658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-of-march-trust-is-always-earned-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S4TaoZgpegI/AAAAAAAABJY/_68Et6OyXT4/s72-c/makeover3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-2293347302877633665</id><published>2010-02-18T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:53:47.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink mouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Love this song by Kina Grannis. Awesome possum video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl's can be such a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;. Agreed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I feel so clean after bathing. Heee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Checking my &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning. Stupid, not functioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Some people pisses me off. I hope you &lt;strike&gt;drop and die&lt;/strike&gt; uggh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Slow songs make me emo. And this blog is getting more pathetic by the moment :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Rereading &lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;When God Writes Your Love Story&lt;/span&gt;. Touches my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Refreshes my mind. Keeps me from thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Emoing all the time and rotting away at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;br /&gt;evon&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-2293347302877633665?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/2293347302877633665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=2293347302877633665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2293347302877633665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/2293347302877633665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/02/pink-mouse-you-make-me-smile-like-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-1123401456378851296</id><published>2010-02-18T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:58:27.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;One of the hardest things in life is having words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In your heart that you can't utter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S3weQKx8lEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KWUr8lBWbEg/s1600-h/CIMG9059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S3weQKx8lEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KWUr8lBWbEg/s400/CIMG9059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Flashbacks.&lt;/span&gt; I found this deep down under my post holder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems so emotional. I wonder what I was thinking then - 29th April 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a friend more than a lover,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or am I just using you as a cover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lost, so confused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But please don't accuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I know it's my fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For getting things started to where we're of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared of this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of it's bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe cause you're holding too tight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'm letting go tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe this is nature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just me being immature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna say this, but I guess I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you will hate me, yes you would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know this is bullshit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;I need you, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;To see me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be my valentine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4673955159724074699-1123401456378851296?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/1123401456378851296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4673955159724074699&amp;postID=1123401456378851296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1123401456378851296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4673955159724074699/posts/default/1123401456378851296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/2010/02/pms-one-of-hardest-things-in-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Evon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816287521739635036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8df9LG7LATQ/TcpjfXVhIzI/AAAAAAAABd0/_MTfLpMhnSo/s220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XdcyhPv6CQ8/S3weQKx8lEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KWUr8lBWbEg/s72-c/CIMG9059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673955159724074699.post-5897492307105430570</id><published>2010-02-16T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:59:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red red packets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Is essential to your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hT3zCj3F1d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hT3zCj3F1d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. This is an awesome song. Like seriously, I looooooooveeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;2. This year, survived at hometown for 24 hours. I guess as we grow older, there isin't really this urge of getting up early. Dressing up in my pretty little &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;cheongsam&lt;/span&gt;. Receiving&amp;nbsp; red red packets. And to play around with my cousins anymore. Which is baaaad. What happen to our family traditions? Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;3. Fell off the stairs this morning. I wasn't looking at my phone! I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;The stairs just hate me, I tell you. As if I don't have enough&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: white;"&gt;blue blacks&lt;/span&gt; on my leg raawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;4. I love Kina Grannis. Love love love love love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;5. Daddy asked me to defer National Service. I don't know, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;I need God to like answer me, oh please. I'd listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;6. Yesterday was exhausting. But I truly enjoyed. Thank you &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I'm glad you didn't pee in your pants lol. I didn't too. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Miss Charchie 2 and Steel so badly. Steel owes me a &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Back for more updates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;8. A fregging&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: white;"&gt;cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;crawled to my ass yesterday night wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Can still feel it's yucky little legs ugh. Kill me nao, would you kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;9. I wanna shop at &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt;. Small little accessories that costs like a bomb seems to interest me. Stupid, gone case la all my cash lol. But they're sooo pweetie haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;10. 1utama is superb fuuun. Unlike Pyramid raaawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;evon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4673955159724074699-5897492307105430570?l=littlemissevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissevon.blogspot.com/feeds/5897492307105430570/comm
