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Evon Justine Gracee and Peiying
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Them again
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Melinda and Gracee
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Chuihan Gracee and Wenhang
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Gracee and Peiying

Peiying((:

grace and cindy

justine and evon

three zilian ones=D

justine ziqin peiying

justine and peiying

grace and justine

ziqin and peiying

grace and peiying

justine and peiying

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zilianers of 2o2`k5_ ||`just.lose.it`|

|*| MELINDA` (",)
=) one with da most STYLE
=) keesiao and hyper all da time
=) founder of ZILIANERS
=) boney but with a sporty tan
=) lurvees softball.

|*| CINDY` (",)
=) one with da most CHARM
=) ever sho bubbly and caring
=) co-founder of ZILIANERS
=) lurvees softball
=) ever sho enthu

|*| ZIQIN` (",)
=) one with da most CUTE FACE
=) a fine blend of both feminine and sporty
=) da group's GINNA
=) small eyes with thick eyebrow. (la pi xiao xin?) LOL. cutee larhhs.
=) lurvees netball

|*| JUSTINE` (",)
=) one with da most SWEET VOICE
=) gives people a mysterious aura
=) a TRUE lady
=) famous for jokes dat make us snow. LOL
=) lurvees shopping

|*| PEIYING` (",)
=) one with da most POTENTAIL in SINGING
=) cheerful with a contagious laughter
=) da group's IDOL
=) talented in music
=) lurvees singing

|*| EVON` (",)
=) one with da most CUTE CHEEKS
=) fun to be with at all times
=) da group's DA JIE DA
=) no-nonsense one with a ticklish sense of humour at times
=) lurvees comics and guitar

|*| WENHANG` (",)
=) one with da most BRAINS
=) takes real guud care of everyone of us
=) da group's PROFESSOR
=) absolutely sporty but not tanned
=) lurvees badminton, sun yanzi and yida

|*| GRACE` (",)
=) one with da most SMILES
=) always there to cheer everyone up
=) da group's CLOWN
=) keesiao with a guud sense of humour
=) lurvees dance

ohh. lurve us for our brains, characters, attitudes, and most importantly, OUR LOOKS.
-chio plus cute FOREVER` =)
credits by grace teo=)

Friday, June 30, 2006

sigh.
people. dont delete your blogs can. if not il seriously lose my sources of entertainment.
):
and i shrunk. 0.5 cm.
)):
ma zi and mafias! LOLLL.
MNMS.
WE WANT OUR SALARY ZIQIN.
haha.
shes going to kill me for blogging about this!

grace teo almost lost her wallet. she larh. put wallet on the table and walk away liddat.
if not for justine her wallet gone le.
AND TO THINK WE WERE HINTING TO HER ALL THE WHILE FROM AFTER LUNCH TO CHEM.
"grace. go take money from letts la"
"grace. go take from weijie better"
"grace, lend me two bucks"
"grace! chong ming yi dian lah!"
LOL
how sotong.

aiyo.
i wna go zoo la.
i wna go di siao the monkeys. i wna throw peiying into the lions cage. i wna see poala bears dance.
ha!
i want zilianers outing.
but i doubt it would be soon.
]x

i just realised im so blur now sia. ive been staring at practically everyone. when im not.
just daydreaming.
forgive me people.
if i stare.
and no.
im not secretly in love with you.
dont think too much larh! bad for health.
=DDDDDDDDDDD

YOUTHDAY!
CHINESE ORAL): jia you(:
TESTS)x add oil(x

ive blogged.
(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:
CINDY GWEE.

MISS ME OK! THREE DAYS WITHOUT ME:D

9:43 PM

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

SIAN SIAN SIAN!
AWW.
WE ROCK!!
ZEN ROCKS!!
SOMEONE PLEASE SPONSOR US FOR A ZEN OK!
if you do, ul be throughly rewarded. ask us![;

JUSTINE PEIYING CINDY(:

3:35 PM

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Monday, June 19, 2006

IVE GROWN ONE CM TALLER!
HAHAHAHA

2:55 PM

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Monday, June 12, 2006

Fathers Are Good at Telling Tall Tales

By Jim Hornbeck

I thought I would share with you a father's greatest fear: answering a five-year-old child's question of "Where do babies come from?"

Even though I've reached an age at which I could be a grandpa (a young and virile one, I might add), it doesn't seem that it's been more than twenty years since I gave the "birds and bees" speech.

Because I did such a magnificent job of bungling my first attempt, my wife didn't entrust me with that chore a second time.

Although time has a way of mercifully erasing embarrassing moments from memory, I can recall, with depressing clarity, the circumstances of my father-son talk.

One night while Nancy and I were watching "All in the Family," she said calmly, "Jim, I think you should find time to tell Shawn about the facts of life. Soon."

"Aw, Honey," I whined, "the little guy is too young for that sort of thing."

"I don't know about that." She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Yesterday, Shawn wanted to know if he could trade his G.I. Joe for a Raquel Welch."

"They don't make Raquel Welch dolls, do they?" I asked.

"No," she said, "but he didn't want a doll, he wanted Raquel Welch. THE Raquel Welch!"

I cleared my throat several times, fidgeted quite a bit and finally said, "Wellll . . . well, Honey, I guess you're right, but he's so young."

"Kids mature faster nowadays," she said comfortingly. "The curse of television and movie previews, I suppose."

"I better do it now and get it over with," I said.

If I remember correctly, our little talk ended with ". . . and so you see, an Indian shoots an arrow into the sky. If it lands in an oyster bed, the mommy will have a boy. If it lands in a strawberry patch, she'll have a girl."

"Then does the mommy have to eat the oyster?" asked Shawn.

"Ummm . . . ahhh . . . yeah, sure. And that's probably why there are more girls than boys," I said. Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open. "Jim, JIM HORNBECK! How could you tell a story like THAT?" shouted Nancy. "Why, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." "Mommy," said Shawn, "don't be mad. I knew it was just one of Daddy's stories."

"You did?" I said, overcome with relief.

"Sure," said Shawn, "Mikey already told me where babies come from."

"He did?" we chorused.

"What really happens," he continued, "is a man and a woman go to Hollywood and get married. After they do a bunch of kissing and hugging, they have a party and get lots of presents."

"Oh, good grief," sighed Nancy.

"And two of the presents are catalogs."

"What?" we chorused again.

"Then they choose a boy baby from Sears," said Shawn, "or a girl baby from JC Penney. That's what Mikey said."

"Who told him that?" I asked.

"His dad," said Shawn.

Nancy frowned. "Oyster beds and catalogs. Now, where would you men ever learn stories like that!"

I smiled sheepishly and said, "From our fathers, of course."

1:22 PM

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Friday, June 09, 2006

i feel like going RAHH. lol.
ok out of point.

im going to be staying up until 12 to watch the opening match today sia(:
but i think im gonna fall asleep.
lol.

10:45 PM

im sorry people.
i dont want blogging here to become a chore to you all already.
forget about the whole schedule thing.
if ya all wna continue blogging, great.
if not i dont think i should even interfere.
if you want me to delete this whole thing tell us ok.
yahh

cindy

10:14 PM

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

my com sort of broke down and i am in H??? and there is like no com here so i ran away and came my cousin's house to cehck my mail.. my dear dear prof still dun wan to reply me.. guess his in america still. holy esso!
realise i am also forgetting to blog here after blogging in my 2 blogs.. that is like so tiring haha(: so will try to remember to blog here.
came a new china woman coach-asshole. insulted my friend. so i pon training today(: hate her to the core man, think she very pro like tt.

yesterday
went to the place.
then the thing was cancelled!
me and yi fang was like wth..
then called bobo and his companion tt it was cancelled..
the pool there is so cheap!
two bucks only! and in per set la..
yup going back another day for it(:
and this place rocks!
but seriously hard to find for people tt dunno cause there are like so many buildings.
but was real fun..
me and fungi did lots of things and real funny(:
and we wanted for bobo and his companion but they din appear haha expected(:
so secretive arh.. haha(: but the place was really romantic and sexy? haha(:

many days ago
at island creamery- we got real crazy.
the babies were all so cute
the ice cream was delicious
the mud pie was life-taking experience
the supermarket was fun

at the place- we got impressed
the toilet was high class
the seats were comforting
the atmosphere was horny and romantic.. haha(:
the food was astonishing
the movie was hot

won't be able to blog any sooner so forgive me if i can't blog.

no com, no hp, silence, regular food, sounds of machine

11:20 AM

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Sunday, June 04, 2006

AHH!
im here to revive this blog again.
im the angel of this blog(:
andand.
we`re going out this tuesday to watch the nun. and SHOP
LOL
try to make it okaye.
yaye.

and.
GRACE TEO REMINDS ME OF BIG BIRD!
i dunno why.
hes cute lurhh.
BE HONOURED GRACE TEO!
ahahahha.

( shes going to kill me for blogging this! )

i shall add.
its probably cause grace teo is sooo cute she reminds me of big bird.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

cindy[x

4:48 PM

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Friday, June 02, 2006

opps.
paisehh[x
i admit i alws forget to blog here sia.

and sorry larh cindy for pangsehhing you (although in my defence, i didnt really pangseh you cause i didnt promise in the first place, but aiyah, thats not impt leh. lol)

i received this very very nice email today(:
some parts of it is like Bruce Almighty. but but. its much nicer than that. :D
BUt this email really shook me up to the reality of life, to the reality that all I'm doing now is paid for by the Lord. And it actually makes me think about whether whatever I'm doing now is worth Jesus' sacrifice on the cross.. Do you ever think about the worth of life? Well for me, I hope mine is worthy of Jesus' sacrifice..
THE ROOM(:
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life.. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there."Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted. The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?
IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT!"LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD" AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL! Psalm 27:4 One thing i ask of the LOrd, this is what i seek:That i may dwell in the house of the LOrd all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LOrd and to seek him in his temple.

10:32 PM

nobody is bloggin...
seems weird realli...
like nobody but a few realli wants tis blog..
i want
so i blog..
crappin lahs..
realli hope others will blog as well..
realli..
else it makes tis blog feel like onli 3 or 4 ppl re realli tryin to revive it

evon

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