<?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-9014588798438290038</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:38:00.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to tell ..</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of a teenage student</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lydia @ MiSs LoVeLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769357884653030294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014588798438290038.post-4132764511594938348</id><published>2009-02-26T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:14:46.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 5 Stop Using Polystyrene !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SaesUU88zeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WhMKu4i0Ymw/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307400151101132258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SaesUU88zeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WhMKu4i0Ymw/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is "Polystyrene"????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polystyrene IPA: (&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="IUPAC" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IUPAC"&gt;IUPAC&lt;/a&gt; Poly(1-phenylethane-1,2-diyl)), sometimes abbreviated PS, is an &lt;a title="Aromaticity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aromaticity"&gt;aromatic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Polymer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polymer"&gt;polymer&lt;/a&gt; made from the aromatic &lt;a title="Monomer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monomer"&gt;monomer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Styrene" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Styrene"&gt;styrene&lt;/a&gt;, a liquid &lt;a title="Hydrocarbon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrocarbon"&gt;hydrocarbon&lt;/a&gt; that is commercially manufactured from &lt;a title="Petroleum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petroleum"&gt;petroleum&lt;/a&gt; by the &lt;a title="Chemical industry" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_industry"&gt;chemical industry&lt;/a&gt;. Polystyrene is one of the most widely used kinds of &lt;a title="Plastic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plastic"&gt;plastic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Polystyrene is a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Thermoplastic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thermoplastic"&gt;thermoplastic&lt;/a&gt; substance, normally existing in solid state at room temperature, but melting if heated (for &lt;a title="Molding (process)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molding_(process)"&gt;molding&lt;/a&gt; or extrusion), and becoming solid again when cooling off. Pure solid polystyrene is a colorless, hard plastic with limited flexibility. It can be cast into molds with fine detail. Polystyrene can be &lt;a title="Transparency (optics)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transparency_(optics)"&gt;transparent&lt;/a&gt; or can be made to take on various colors.&lt;br /&gt;Solid polystyrene is used, for example, in disposable &lt;a title="Cutlery" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cutlery"&gt;cutlery&lt;/a&gt;, plastic models, CD and DVD cases, and smoke detector housings. Products made from foamed polystyrene are nearly ubiquitous, for example packing materials, insulation, and foam drinks cups.&lt;br /&gt;Polystyrene can be recycled, and has the number "6" as its &lt;a title="Resin identification code" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resin_identification_code"&gt;recycling symbol&lt;/a&gt;. Unrecycled polystyrene, which does not &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Biodegrade" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biodegrade"&gt;biodegrade&lt;/a&gt;, is often abundant in the outdoor &lt;a title="Environment (biophysical)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Environment_(biophysical)"&gt;environment&lt;/a&gt;, particularly along shores and waterways, and is a form of &lt;a title="Pollution" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pollution"&gt;pollution&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From :&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polystyrene"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polystyrene&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Of us could be at a risk of getting a cancer because of the food packages we use!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to a white polystyrene containers widely used in packing food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; evidence from various studies to support this dreadful concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polystyrene contains CARCINOGENS and may wreak havoc on human body in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a short video clip about polystyrene when hot food are being place in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zin9hgfiNUI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zin9hgfiNUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that polystyrene are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biodegrade &lt;/span&gt;!! and it pollute the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;environment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So save your life and save the planet by not using polystyrene bowls and cups anymore !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;You Can Make a Differents!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All Right Reserve By Lydia Lee * 27/2/2009* * 4.57 Pm *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014588798438290038-4132764511594938348?l=astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/4132764511594938348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014588798438290038&amp;postID=4132764511594938348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/4132764511594938348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/4132764511594938348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-stop-using-polystyrene.html' title='# 5 Stop Using Polystyrene !!!!'/><author><name>lydia @ MiSs LoVeLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769357884653030294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SaesUU88zeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WhMKu4i0Ymw/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014588798438290038.post-6218973645269688724</id><published>2008-12-22T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:34:18.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 4 Glad that i KNEW YOU !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SVBp6KjMhyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jDREtfAULMk/s1600-h/BLOG.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282838810890897186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SVBp6KjMhyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jDREtfAULMk/s320/BLOG.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today when I stood still and start to think about the past. Trying so hard to figure out what I have done during my school days, Well it was all the little more that you think it is crazy may be it can be also some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt; thing or activity going on.. The memories that I was recalling was actually a very funny and a unimaginable thing that i have done in my school days. And worst of all i started laughing at my self. and people around start looking at me weirdly. In a mall and in Mid Valley where i stop by in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robin for some delicious ice cream.. Hundred of people passing by looking at me and were wondering that have i gone mad suddenly . It was really funny till my friend Amanda, give me a slap on my face. and i said too her.. 'Hey why are you slapping me?? What have i done wrong ??' .. Then Amanda give me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; slap and said ' Lydia You are crazy!! Laughing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;!! You make others think that your mad.. ! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i stood still and continue my ice cream.. But then from that very moment I started to fell Bad and started to blame myself .. 'Why i have not being a good person in the past. I have done many things that I Have actually hurt others. I have not being a good friend and have been not respecting my teachers in some season'.. The great feeling of sorrow rose in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sorrow make me remember about the last two years in school 2007-2008... School and that was my form 4 and form 5 age ..It the best time of my life.. And I turn flirty and the popularity in me was so popular till the whole school know me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK!! I study in the coolest , noisy, naughty, weird, and the most popular class. Everytime during lesson, there sure will be laughter and many joke during lesson.. People in this class would play worst than a Primary kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 and 5 Cemerlang would be the most unique class Class monitor: Cassandra Andrews.. Asst. Class Monitor : Ong Chi HAn, Treasurer: Yap Lai Kuan, and Class Teacher Pn MagesWary. but yet in this class , people were so unfriendly. Even once there was a girl who doesnt know their culture and yet she was left out she was know as a banana .. It sounds weird but she have to accept it. UNfriendly chinese girls during school days is really hurting in the heart.. But She was still Kind and hoping that they will talk to me one daybut yet it didnt happen till today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she was being comfort by her Indian friends that is Cassandra, Samantha, Jobitha, Angkay, Sivaginy, Sailes Raj, Nur Hanna , Amanda, Nur Afirah.. This girls make me feel at home in the school they gave me a warm welcome. They Support me in times of trouble and they are my best friend. They never leave me alone neither hurt my feeling.. I love them very much. Well I was glad to know everyone in the class for two years even they were so unfriendly.. well it ok.. memories and history were still remain memories and we canty change it.. Everyone PLay a part in the class it like a tools in a mesin. And we were in a big BIG BIG family.. LOve u GUys and girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd Glad that I KNew YOU !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lydia Lee* *23-12-2008* *12.15 a.m* * Glad that i KNEW YOU !!! * *Copyright*&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/9014588798438290038-6218973645269688724?l=astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/6218973645269688724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014588798438290038&amp;postID=6218973645269688724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/6218973645269688724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/6218973645269688724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-glad-that-i-knew-you.html' title='# 4 Glad that i KNEW YOU !!!'/><author><name>lydia @ MiSs LoVeLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769357884653030294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SVBp6KjMhyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jDREtfAULMk/s72-c/BLOG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014588798438290038.post-5853969836113187212</id><published>2008-11-27T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:35:50.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 3  A Thousand Tears Hidden within A SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273345963390763538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SS6wNt2lghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l8KDURH5b5I/s320/thumbnail.aspx+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everyone have a life to go on. No matter you want it or not still we have to go on. We have to accept the fact that we are going on.... "Knock. Knock .Knock open the door" i say I got a ride home after a whole day in school . Once i step in the house my mummy gave me a order saying that ' Go young lady clear up your room' . Without saying anything i went straight into the room took out all my things and started digging out everything from my room. I started clearing the room and then as i was clearing my thing one by one, going through things slowly and taking my time at the same time listening to the music and was singing along with the song as the radio play. Then i found a nice old metal box at the corner hidden under the table at the side of the room. On top of this box have a label and it says " do not open" so at once i felt curious and a thousand word running through my mind.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why did i actually put a very big label saying "do not open" on top of this metal box and i did not have any clue about it at all. So i decided to open it and to look what it actually contains in it. When the metal box was open and as i begin to take out many pieces of paper.  Things in my mind are still wondering why would i actually keep so much letter in the old metal box. I took one of the letter out and start to read . The letter was all the letter that my dearest friend written to me . She was Alice and she passed away three years ago because of a brain tumour. After reading letter and to another letter i started to burst in to tears and then suddenly i found a letter that she written before she rest in peace even as i was in tears but yet i could smile.  I really miss my old friend because memories seem to recall back clearly in my mind but yet sorry i cant stay on like this being sad always. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I took the metal box to school , share it with all her close friends and one by one start to burst in tears but i stood there within them strong and with a smile  on my face. Saying that ' she is never been forgotten by us only we lost her by sight' ... Now we all know how important it is to have a good friendship.. I stood strong within them but it was always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;' A thousand tears hidden within a SMILE'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Lydia Lee* *27-11-2008* *10.31p.m* * A thousand tears hidden within a SMILE * *Copyright*&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/9014588798438290038-5853969836113187212?l=astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/5853969836113187212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014588798438290038&amp;postID=5853969836113187212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/5853969836113187212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/5853969836113187212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/2008/11/thousand-tears-hidden-within-smile.html' title='# 3  A Thousand Tears Hidden within A SMILE'/><author><name>lydia @ MiSs LoVeLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769357884653030294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SS6wNt2lghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l8KDURH5b5I/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx+(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014588798438290038.post-7240589523313291334</id><published>2008-11-27T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:36:00.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 2  Love never come the way it should be ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SS6gFuSGvaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xlw-U_x7T9k/s320/thumbnail.aspx+(5).jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 152px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273328233881189794" /&gt;As i was watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; drama that is 'Corner With Love' i realised that love didn't come as it would be. Even the media have given us a very clear idea about love . A couple couldn't be together even they love each other so much and some may be even ended up with a triangle love . Two girls fighting for a guy or two guys fighting for a girl .. It that even a logical thing to do?? May be, it a YES . It so normal to hear about triangle love .... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have no comment and anything to say. Well for me !! Love is so complicating ..and i do not understand it.. Don't want to talk about it anymore. May be i will continue this post the next time .. sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Lydia Lee  *26-11-2008*   *9.22p.m*  *Love never come the way it should be *  Copyright &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014588798438290038-7240589523313291334?l=astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/7240589523313291334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014588798438290038&amp;postID=7240589523313291334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/7240589523313291334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/7240589523313291334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-love-never-come-way-it-should-be.html' title='# 2  Love never come the way it should be ....'/><author><name>lydia @ MiSs LoVeLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769357884653030294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sNSFnTMhAg/SS6gFuSGvaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xlw-U_x7T9k/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014588798438290038.post-3806431690654672309</id><published>2008-11-25T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:40:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 1   Physic Physic !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oh no !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                           The day for physic exam finally arrive !! It make me think again and again will I be able to pass my physic ? This thought went on the whole night before i could even enjoy my  good night sleep and could not even sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; of this thought. And suddenly i felt a sleep and begin to dream about physic .. I found myself in the school examination hall and i was sitting for the physic exam and guess what happen .. i looked up to the sky and saw something really huge object falling down toward me.. Again i try to get up from my sit and run away but examiners was watching me closely and so carefully. So i just have to ignore the falling object from the sky and continue with my physic paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                         Then a while later just before i could blink my eyes a large object fall on me and i was in great pain. The object wasn't a object but it was a large large word that is 'PHYSIC' made up of solid materials or metal and most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; could be made up o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; alloy ( a combination of metals ). The whole hall begin to filled with fear . So i got up and was wondering why and what happen . I was surprise about what had happen . Everyone begin to talk among themselves and some were feeling puzzled because how could such a thing fall into the school examination hall. Wow! and suddenly a hard cardboard fall from the sky again . It drop straight on to my hand so i took the cardboard and saw a small note for me it says ' Lydia you can do it !! u will pass your physic and just trust in yourself because you can do it ' !! And i felt really good and happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                              Ringggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!!!!! The alarm rang . So i woke up as usual , get dress and go to school . It was the physic exam day . Some of my friend ask me ' Lydia are you ready for physic paper today ??' at first i say 'yes' with a blur mind and say ' physic sure it just only physic so easy, yeah physic rock !' . Then one of my friend say 'physic rock ? are u sick ?? ' I am sick ??!! PHYSIC !! what !! oh no !! I got panic and begin to begin to worry so so much till my best friend say ' Lydia you can do it !! u will pass your physic and just trust in yourself because you can do it ' !! and i gave her a hug.. As i was doing my physic exam i think back the word that my best friend say was the same message from the dream ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                           Two hours pass and i finally finish my exam and i went out of the hall smiling to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; and make others think that i am mad but i complete the physic paper and it was a success to me .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lydia Lee *25-11-2008*  *11.06 p.m*  Copyright * Physic Physic !!! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014588798438290038-3806431690654672309?l=astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/3806431690654672309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014588798438290038&amp;postID=3806431690654672309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/3806431690654672309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014588798438290038/posts/default/3806431690654672309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotellaboutme.blogspot.com/2008/11/physic-physic.html' title='# 1   Physic Physic !!!'/><author><name>lydia @ MiSs LoVeLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769357884653030294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
