<?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-4493726845298537316</id><updated>2011-12-05T23:07:53.669-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='homescooling'/><category term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Ashlynn's Discoveries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-4817302994804589447</id><published>2011-12-05T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:07:53.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>In these 21 days, my prayer is that I will see Him all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-4817302994804589447?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/4817302994804589447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=4817302994804589447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4817302994804589447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4817302994804589447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/12/21-days-to.html' title='21 Days to Christmas'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8976654703448715482</id><published>2011-10-11T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:01:34.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice</title><content type='html'>This weekend, together with my sisters, I will be performing in a musical. The initial months of practice, we all disliked it. Especially the acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like staying back on Sundays to practice, nor was it easy rehearsing my lines and choreographing steps with a Chinese speaking lady. I needed a translator all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that it's the last couple of days to the show, and we have only two rehearsals before, I've been wanting practice everyday! Nat and I keep saying that to ourselves and we laugh over it because it sounds absurd, considering we wouldn't say that two months ago, but where is practice when you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know if we nail this, it won't be us. Never could be anyway. Oh God, Help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8976654703448715482?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8976654703448715482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8976654703448715482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8976654703448715482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8976654703448715482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-weekend-together-with-my-sisters-i.html' title='Practice'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-1790991648370839533</id><published>2011-08-24T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:51:21.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread the Conventional Way</title><content type='html'>Made bread from scratch today...not awesome...but not bad either!&lt;div&gt;Hot bread with butter and raspberry jam on a rainy day brings satisfaction to some extent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border: 0 !important; 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background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-5007901895644063669?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/5007901895644063669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=5007901895644063669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5007901895644063669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5007901895644063669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/07/reading-ephesians.html' title='Reading Ephesians...'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-5209377092158619574</id><published>2011-07-02T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T02:10:26.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>I love this story =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One night I dreamed a dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was walking along the beach with my Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sands,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;one belonging to me, and one to my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of my life shot before me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was only one set of footprints.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I realized that this was at the lowest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and saddest times of my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This always bothered me and I questioned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the Lord about my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, you told me when I decided to follow You,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You would walk with me all the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm aware at the most troublesome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;times of my life there is only one set of footprints.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just don't understand why, when I needed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You the most, You leave me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispered, "My precious child,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you and I will never leave you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;never, ever, during your trials and testings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you saw only one set of footprints&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was when I carried you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Margaret Fishback 1964 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-5209377092158619574?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/5209377092158619574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=5209377092158619574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5209377092158619574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5209377092158619574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/07/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-7853103215004378647</id><published>2011-06-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:53:07.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of Adventure</title><content type='html'>The past 2-3 weeks has definitely an adventure, and I'm just amazed how the time just flew. I thought we were just waiting for June to come bringing the youth conference, church camp, RAD summer school, and with lots of fun in between. But I'm already in the middle of all that, and I'm so glad I've had so many special people to spend my time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church camp was a blast,  - aside from the irritating itchiness on my mouth - I did enjoy dancing with the 'The Spiritual Geckos,' (the &lt;b&gt;temporary&lt;/b&gt; name for our band??!) crashing the other girls' dorm, and not to forget, almost getting thrown in the pool, but it ended up being the other way. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having only two full days at home before leaving for Singapore, things are pretty busy and chaotic. But in the midst of all the preparation and errands, I can't help being excited!! Anyway, before I can blog about my first experience in dance camp, I have to BE in dance camp...so hopefully I can find the time to squeeze in something about dancing in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-7853103215004378647?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/7853103215004378647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=7853103215004378647' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7853103215004378647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7853103215004378647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-search-of-adventure.html' title='In Search of Adventure'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-1365174401437241387</id><published>2011-05-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:55:59.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love It!!</title><content type='html'>Just recently, a friend introduced this song to me and I love it!! I wanted to add a video into this post, but I don't know how to, so the lyrics will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lay It Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lookin' till my eyes are tired from lookin'&lt;div&gt;Listenin' till my ears are numb from listenin'&lt;br /&gt;Praying till my knees are sore from kneelin'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know my heart is achin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm running out of tears and my will is breakin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that I can carry the burden of it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hopes, and my dreams and my best laid plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are slowly slipping through my folded hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'm gonna lay it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learnt to trust you now&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything I am depends on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the sun don't come back up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know your love will be enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna let it be, I'm gonna let it go,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna lay it  down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking in this world like I'm barely livin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buried in the doubt of this hoe I've been diggin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you're pullin' me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm finally breathin' in the open air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This room may be dark but I'm finally seein'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a new ray of hope and now I'm believin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the past is past, and the future's beginnin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To look brighter now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all of my hopes, and my dreams and my best laid plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are safe and secure when I place them in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'm gonna lay it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learnt o trust you now&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything I am depends on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the sun don't come back up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know your love will be enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna let it be, I'm gonna let it go,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna lay it  down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna lay it down &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Jaci Velasquez -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look for it on Youtube or something...it's an awesome song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-1365174401437241387?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/1365174401437241387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=1365174401437241387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/1365174401437241387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/1365174401437241387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/05/lay-it-down.html' title='Love It!!'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2411327530181177813</id><published>2011-04-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:43:06.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart. My Mind.</title><content type='html'>On our way to Spearhead Training (Tia picked Nat and I up from our house) we were listening to "Just Stand Up" (by...yikes, a lot of artists! =D) on Tia's mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this line that went "If your mind keeps thinking you've had enough, but your heart keeps telling you don't give up..." so Tia asked us, "are you a mind person or a heart person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we didn't know exactly what she was talking about, but I think this is what I got out of her explanation, or question in the first place : what motivates you to do things, what gets you going, or what decides what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we both said, "it depends" so Tia made the question focused generally on playing floorball. At first I said heart. Then after a while I thought otherwise. Of course we use both some of the time, but other occasions we tend to lean on one side. So now, I'm not really sure about myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tia suggested I blog about it, so here I have tried to pen down (tapping away, rather) my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you a heart person or a mind person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-2411327530181177813?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2411327530181177813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2411327530181177813' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2411327530181177813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2411327530181177813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-heart-my-mind.html' title='My Heart. My Mind.'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-7003258590363053433</id><published>2011-04-09T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:05:18.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Defibrillator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quite recently, a friend introduced the word "defibrillator" to me. Even then, I did not think that it was an actual word until I looked it up on the Internet and here is Webster Online's response: Defibrillator - An electronic device that applies an electric shock to restore the rhythm of a fibrillating heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend knows I'm plenty ticklish, so supposedly I go through defibrillation when pokes me in the sides. =P It's quite irritating (ahem...) mainly because he does this quite often, and also because he thinks his hands make absolutely fantastic defibrillators. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do recall one time when I happened to be next to Nat when he decided to try his "defibrillatoring" skills on her. I suppose it was her natural reaction to move, but why she whacked me in the face, I don't know =D I think I was tearing because I was laughing so hard, not because it hurt. apparently, he did not expect that to happen, but either way it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who for whom I talking about, the next time you see him around... I will leave the rest for you to find our yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-7003258590363053433?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/7003258590363053433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=7003258590363053433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7003258590363053433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7003258590363053433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/04/defibrillator_09.html' title='The Defibrillator'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-3131307777497291120</id><published>2011-03-19T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:48:05.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen any of the five Bring It On's'? I think that phrase is sounds rather cool asking for the challenge, this season that really isn't the line that I can be saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asking God for His strength as the past week have been full of floorball. After the first coaching session with Jill Quek, (Don't know her? Find out!) I was tired out! I didn't think the drills were that hard actually, but waking up at 6 am and coming down from Tanjung Bunga all the way to Balik Pulau is definitely NOT my cup of tea! Her sessions and the friendly Trailblazers had against FireBrands was told to be a training for the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last year, I have been so excited for PFL (stands for Penang Floorball League, for all whom has no idea whatsover that means =D) and being able to play in Division 2. Anyway, to end the awesome (but awfully achy) week, we played our first game in the league!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! We won!! What an awesome first game to start the season! The score was 5-2 and although I really wanted at least one goal (and expected it) none were from me =P But my wrap ALMOST went in ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Trailblazers, are we ready for the challenge the next 3 games are going to bring? Remember girls, BE STRONG AND COURAGEOUS! Way to go Traiblazers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Joshua 1:9 ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-3131307777497291120?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/3131307777497291120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=3131307777497291120' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/3131307777497291120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/3131307777497291120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/03/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring It On!!'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8048161329434466184</id><published>2011-03-02T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:28:26.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Original Fake</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, after ballet class and dinner at Ah Ma's house, (dinner was delicious =)) Chrisa and Ashton wanted to follow our grandparents out first, so Nat and I had mum to ourselves for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were coming downstairs, a young man entered the lift. When he turned and faced the doors (as almost everyone does when they enter the lift) we saw the back of his white T-shirt with black printing that said: Original Fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Fake?! What is that supposed to mean?! We all noticed it at the same time, but Nat was the first one to show her quizzical expression, with Mum and me following. I don't know how I looked like, but anyone who knows Nat and Mum well enough, would know that the faces they had on meant the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all knew what each other were thinking, which made everything funnier still. I tried to stifle my giggle, but as a lot of you would guess, I didn't. The guy must have heard, because he threw a glance backward which made me laugh even more. When we exited the lift, all three of us started giggling uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stated that we must blog about this, so here I am writing (more like typing down, but anyway...) that funny moment. It actually still makes me smile at the memory, and if it is mentioned amongst the three of us, we start laughing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, has anyone got an idea what an Original Fake is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8048161329434466184?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8048161329434466184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8048161329434466184' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8048161329434466184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8048161329434466184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/03/original-fake.html' title='An Original Fake'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2399695723615287924</id><published>2011-02-28T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:43:14.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>As you can see, my blog has been transformed! Lately, mum and I have been in a blog craze. About to weeks ago, we got bitten by a blogger bug and since then, whenever we can, we are exploring the world of blogging...or making them beautiful anyway. If there are any of you out there whom have any useful advice, please leave a comment. It would be very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the new look of my blog and I'm so proud that &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;did it. =D I admit, I haven't got much skill in this area and like I said, I'm just experimenting with what I can do. I haven't actually done up any blog before, so mixing and matching different headers and backgrounds for this one was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the background and header I took were someone else's designs, but still....I can say I put them together =P As you probably have already noticed, there's a tag at the top left corner of my blog. Although the designer would want her mark to say she created the background, I would have very much preferred if I could have used one of her buttons rather than a tag that really contrasts with my blog. I hope I do not sound mean, because I really don't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thank You to Shabby Blogs for the "princessy" header which my family says (and so do I) suit me very much, and to Hot Bliggity Blog for the awesome background which goes wonderfully with my header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall leave the design like this for quite a while.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0pt; BORDER-RIGHT: 0pt" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-2399695723615287924?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2399695723615287924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2399695723615287924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2399695723615287924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2399695723615287924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-9135649925179994553</id><published>2011-02-27T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:18:08.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a Cause</title><content type='html'>Last Friday my Mum received message asking if my sisters and I wanted to be part of a dance. It was very last minute, for as we got the message on Friday, the performance was to be the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had declined a few other projects before this one, so we thought we should take up this one(we are by now quite used to last minute dancing) although expected to be dead tired considering we were having Spearhead training right before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned that the dance was part of a whole day program fighting sexual abuse on children. We were told to meet my teacher and the rest of the kids we were going to work with at at 3.30 in 1st Avenue. The program was there, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after training we rushed to my Ah Ma's house and got ready as fast as we could. We reached there st 4.15...yikes! The rest had started practicing and had gotten a few scenes, but our teacher said they also just started, and we didn't really miss anything. We met the kids - who were from the Children's Protection Society - and tried to blend in wth the steps that they had already created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we rehearsed for probably only 10 minutes, and while we were making our way down the escalators, the emcee announced our entrance. We were like, "Oh no!" but we got down there fine. We danced for only for about 3 minutes and although most of us didn't really know what we were doing, I think the dance went fairly well. (Remember...we only had ONE run-through)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think I did what I should have been doing and so did Nat (Chrisa didn't want to dance.)&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that we did it for a cause and was able to be in touch with the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-9135649925179994553?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/9135649925179994553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=9135649925179994553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/9135649925179994553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/9135649925179994553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-cause.html' title='For a Cause'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2123609348222413251</id><published>2011-02-25T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T01:48:30.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am a Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Take me higher&lt;br /&gt;Open the sky up&lt;br /&gt;Start a fire&lt;br /&gt;I believe even&lt;br /&gt;If it's a just a dream&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus of Dreamer by Bethany Dillon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song was played at the credits of the movie Dreamer (starring Dakota Fanning and Kurt Russell) and as I heard it, it reminded me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a Dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4493726845298537316-2123609348222413251?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2123609348222413251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2123609348222413251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2123609348222413251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2123609348222413251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-dreamer.html' title='I Am a Dreamer'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-3835687892725971329</id><published>2011-02-22T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:30:53.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong and Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The name of the child build her character and carries her destiny. That's why my parents took the effort in seeking God when I was conceived. I take pride in my name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/87/EE7484CAAE32C934CD87162947B0B22A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- STRONG AND BEAUTIFUL -&lt;br /&gt;- DREAMER (IRISH) -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my life's desire and prayer is to be Strong and Beautiful in the Lord and Dream Big in making God famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Note: I know I have an awesome name, but All Rights Reserved. Do not use my name for any purpose whatsoever, for yourself or anyone else. With thanks and appreciation. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-3835687892725971329?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/3835687892725971329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=3835687892725971329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/3835687892725971329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/3835687892725971329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/02/strong-and-beautiful_22.html' title='Strong and Beautiful'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-7424810743741979966</id><published>2011-01-21T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:26:08.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>You Know You're a Homeschooler When...</title><content type='html'>You Know You're a Homeschooler When...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forget your booster doses.&lt;br /&gt;You wake up at 12.30am for supper and do not have to worry about being late for school .&lt;br /&gt;You get the entire skating rink on a school morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You read fairy tales in the airport at 9am on a weekday.&lt;br /&gt;You wake up at 4.30am to pray and read your bible because you had a nightmare, then sleep in for the rest of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;You can study one subject to your heart’s content without worrying about the school bell.&lt;br /&gt;Your intelligence as a student is not graded with points.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy off-peak holiday bargains.&lt;br /&gt;You study at Botanical Gardens(then get chased by a bunch of monkeys=P)&lt;br /&gt;You dance to memorize times tables.&lt;br /&gt;You teach your brother math with plastic soldiers on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;School is in the car when mum has an emergency to attend.&lt;br /&gt;People forget you study on public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;The world is you classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends talk about exams and you wonder why people's education is dictated by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re in a prayer meeting when others are at tuition.&lt;br /&gt;You read Little Women as English Literature when others read textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;Your 2 year old brother listens attentively to 8 chapters of unabridged Pinocchio.&lt;br /&gt;You’re asked to do things last minute because you are not in “school”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other kids' paintings are restricted to piece of art paper, you have the whole church wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564656280044297570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/TTmhZ2Uv3WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/J-i6jWP_BjA/s320/Let%2BFaith%2BArise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You’re shopping for Christmas presents when others are only thinking of Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;Your mum is cooking lunch, feeding the toddler, and teaching 3 different grades at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by the 3rd, 7th and 8th Grade Students of EN Academy&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/4493726845298537316-7424810743741979966?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/7424810743741979966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=7424810743741979966' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7424810743741979966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7424810743741979966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-youre-homeachooler-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re a Homeschooler When...'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/TTmhZ2Uv3WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/J-i6jWP_BjA/s72-c/Let%2BFaith%2BArise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2546600944981234149</id><published>2010-11-07T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:31:39.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Based on Psalm 2</title><content type='html'>Recently, we (my family and I) have taken up the challenge to memorize the whole of Psalms. One night when I was reading over the scriptures, I thought to myself, "I should really try writing a song or poem." And so I did. So anyway, I thought I'd share it with the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Poem based on Psalm 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do the nations conspire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the peoples plot in vain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kings and rulers take their stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against the Lord's promising rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my Son," it goes on to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I have become your Father."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ask of me and the nations are yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the ends of the earth you'd rather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will rule them with a scepter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And break them like clay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tis' a powerful blessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I should dare say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Son, lest he be angry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you be destroyed in your way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take refuge in him all year round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only in the month of May! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ashlynn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's it. I really like it, and I hope you did too. Memorizing these verses as a family has been really fun, although we have not accomplished a lot yet. =) I think we started about 2-3 weeks ago, and most of us are at Psalm 3. Anyone up for this challenge? Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;- Ashlynn Lim -&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Usually Nat is the one who is always writing poems, so I'm really glad I was able to write one this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-2546600944981234149?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2546600944981234149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2546600944981234149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2546600944981234149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2546600944981234149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem-beased-on-psalm-2.html' title='Poem Based on Psalm 2'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2067039387002819575</id><published>2010-06-21T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:08:44.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Overload of Thoughts from Last Month Till Now</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! To think the last time that I wrote was Chinese New Year! I keep wanting to write really, but I never sat down to think....I am so glad that finally I've written after 3 months =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who thinks that my life has been so uninteresting for the past months that I have nothing to blog on, you are all so WRONG! On the contrary, things have been exciting! That's what I'm here to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't really trace back far, so events would be from May. Things that I would haven't posted, but didn't=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashton's Birthday! My Goodness! He just gets cuter, and cuter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum's Birthday and Mothers' Day! Interesting thing that it happened to be on the same day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandparents' anniversary! we sent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kong for a holiday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sabahans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;floorball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. they came to have friendlies with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and Nat played in one game. Too bad, I couldn't because I had a sprained ankle. But it was fun to watch!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am finally 12! I celebrated my birthday by having a date with dad in the morning, and coming to a surprise party. Though I wasn't surprised, it was great fun! Try harder next time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church Camp! This year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GCC&lt;/span&gt; held our church camp in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;REsort&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sungai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Petani&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greater Glory Convention! We were sponsored to attend this worship convention in Cameron Highlands. I especially enjoyed the worship time! Oh, and the indulgence of strawberries!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fathers' Day! We celebrated Fathers' Day by taking the Fathers' out! we had lunch with Grandpa, and dinner with&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's it for now! Enjoyed writing this, telling the truth! Hopefully I will be more consistent from now so I won't have so much typing at one go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this was O.K. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao for Now,&lt;br /&gt;- Me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-2067039387002819575?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2067039387002819575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2067039387002819575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2067039387002819575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2067039387002819575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-overload-of-thoughts-from-last-month.html' title='My Overload of Thoughts from Last Month Till Now'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-1422943985723925749</id><published>2010-02-18T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:14:20.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Boy, time flies! I thought I just wrote a post on Chinese New Year, though it has already been one year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so terribly hot, doesn't it? Usually after we have been out in the sun, we always come home and "melt". Meaning we lie down on the floor till we are cool enough to walk around again. =) Often I feel as if I really am going to faint. Mum says that a lot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I really don't know what to write about Chinese New Year! So I guess it's just.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! To all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-1422943985723925749?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/1422943985723925749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=1422943985723925749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/1422943985723925749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/1422943985723925749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-3422361922926243657</id><published>2010-01-28T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:23:08.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late...?</title><content type='html'>Hi there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know in my last post I said that I would write about my visit to Australia, but now mum says that maybe I shouldn't write  them anymore because it has been so long. I do still want to write, but then again I know that I'll never be able to finish writing them all. By then, they would just be like " hanging there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really, really sorry for those of you who have been waiting such a long time for my Australian posts. I feel real sorry that I have been able to write able to write them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those who really have been waiting to know about my Australian visit can ask me questions about it by commenting on this post! Thanks for understanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ashlynn -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-3422361922926243657?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/3422361922926243657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=3422361922926243657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/3422361922926243657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/3422361922926243657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-late.html' title='Too Late...?'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-4386231322020125195</id><published>2009-12-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:50:27.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Apology</title><content type='html'>I know, I know I'm way behind on my Aussie updates and I know that you all have been waiting for them. As I said a have a few written down in my journal but haven't posted yet,. So sorry about that. So when you finally see my Aussie updates please remember that it happened a while ago. =) I don't think I will be able to remember all those dates but I'll try to give you a close one. Whoops about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks again for reading my blog and encouraging me to keep writing. I hope you all have been enjoying my short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ashlynn -&lt;br /&gt;PS. Too bad for me Nat has seriously been catching up FAST.... and shooting ahead!!! *Grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-4386231322020125195?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/4386231322020125195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=4386231322020125195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4386231322020125195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4386231322020125195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-apology.html' title='Another Apology'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-7368435049342905878</id><published>2009-09-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:01:40.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night, Mum just finished reading &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt; to us.  I really really enjoyed the book although mum did not read the chapter called &lt;em&gt;The Great Sadness &lt;/em&gt;to us. She says that we can read that chunk when we are a little older. I really enjoyed the bits when Mackenzie spent time with Papa, Jesus, and Sarayu.  Now I can't wait to read &lt;em&gt;The Great Sadness&lt;/em&gt; part, just so I can really understand. I think that the author - William P. Young - used a very creative, clever, and inspiring way of writing this book. I enjoyed every bit. To think that all those amazing things happened all in one weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Mackenzie and got a chance to encounter God like that, sitting on the dock on the starry night with Jesus, It would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AWESOME! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would ask Him all the questions I have been storing up to ask Him when I go back to heaven. One of the quotes in the book said that "This book will change your view of God forever." If there is anything else I could say about &lt;em&gt;The Shack &lt;/em&gt;it would be... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Remember... God is especially fond of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-7368435049342905878?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/7368435049342905878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=7368435049342905878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7368435049342905878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7368435049342905878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/09/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8095190426184570258</id><published>2009-06-27T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:17:01.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homescooling'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Felicity! AG Book Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I said Nat and I were attending another web class. In fact its two. One is called Happy Birthday Felicity! American Girl book club and the other is Basic Spanish. Well, anyway today  will write about the AG book club ( I might call it Happy Birthday Felicity! sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically why this new web class is called Happy Birthday Felicity!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book Club&lt;/span&gt; is because the book that all the questions are based on is called Happy Birthday Felicity, one of the books from Felicity American Girl series 1774. Felicity is one of the girls in the American Girl series. This series is a collection of stories from 9 year old American girls ranging from the 1700's to the 1900's. Nat and I first saw this series in Borders bookstore and well...gave it a try. Once I read one of those books I really loved them. That's why we took this web-class. Now, getting back to the subject of my web-class! It is a little different from the previous one. Well... here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We read one chapter every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Then we print (actually koo koo prints it! ) out worksheets with questions to answer according to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We also watch videos with experiments we can do like making your own hot chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class has just ended and koo koo is helping us print our certificates. We have had lots of fun, although I haven't finished doing all the experiments yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next web class I'll write about is BASIC SPANISH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8095190426184570258?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8095190426184570258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8095190426184570258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8095190426184570258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8095190426184570258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-felicity-ag-book-club.html' title='Happy Birthday, Felicity! AG Book Club'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8246304050168591380</id><published>2009-06-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:38:17.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Water Water Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>Nathalynn and I just finished a science class for one month in May. In our class we had almost 3000 students! Can you imagine that? Well, it was actually virtual education. Our professor's name is Craig Hatcher, so we call him Prof H. We had lots of fun! The name of our class is called Water, Water, Everywhere.  Well, of course we studied water. ( what did you think? ) We had to watch videos, then answer quizzes, work on experiments, and fill in worksheets. We also had to write in for weekly discussion and web - log. Web - log is something like a blog, but we only write and tell each other about the experiments that try at home. Sometimes Prof H writes riddles and different sorts of questions to us and we have to reply. He even gave us a tricky riddle about a bank robber. You would think that it does not have anything to do with water right? But it does. I can't explain everything because it is a long one but it has got to do with slippery puddles of water, the bank manager slipping on the puddle, the robber using blocks of ice to reach a safe full of jewels, and evaporation after that happened. Well, if I could write everything there was about it I would, but that would be a horribly long post! I have to go. I have another web class going on. I will write about that soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8246304050168591380?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8246304050168591380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8246304050168591380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8246304050168591380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8246304050168591380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/06/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water Water Everywhere!'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-5712309008050758501</id><published>2009-03-27T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:05:42.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Ballet Trial Exam</title><content type='html'>On the 17Th of march, I had to attend a ballet trial exam. The purpose of it was partially for our parents and also so that we get the feel of how it is going to be like in the real exam. Even thought we all have already experienced what it would be like it was compulsory for everyone to do it if she wanted to take part in the ballet examinations. So, we went for it. At first my mum did not know that parents could go inside to look at their kids dance, and they could take pictures and videos too. Then, my sister, Nat, told my mum. When we went in she was the parents inside. My other sister, Chrisa, and my brother, Ashton, went inside too. Ashton loved to watch us dance our steps out, and Chrisa loved ( I think) loved to be our camera person. She walked around close to where my mum was sitting and began to take videos and pictures of us dancing. After everything was over my teacher told my mum and us all the points that we needed to work on. We really had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-5712309008050758501?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/5712309008050758501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=5712309008050758501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5712309008050758501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5712309008050758501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/03/ballet-trial-exam.html' title='Ballet Trial Exam'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8890095523559918421</id><published>2009-03-27T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:56:37.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sorry</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry that I have not been writing so far. I keep forgetting when I am on the computer. Anyway, I will try to keep up more on my blogging. Thanks for visiting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ashlynn -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8890095523559918421?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8890095523559918421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8890095523559918421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8890095523559918421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8890095523559918421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sorry.html' title='So sorry'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-6290924121577629396</id><published>2009-03-09T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:07:20.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An aunt of mine's wedding</title><content type='html'>On the 7Th of march, I went to one of my aunt's wedding eve dinner. They were going to have a Chinese wedding the next day, so my mum asked me and my sisters to attend the wedding so that we could have the Chinese wedding experience. I agreed and my grandfather came to fetch us the next day. We went to the bride's house and waited for the groom. While we waited we had breakfast. The breakfast was rice,  vege , fried chicken, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiam chai &lt;/span&gt;(salted vege ) soup. I was not really used to rice for breakfast so I had less than usual. After we waited for the bridegroom to come they had to do all they needed to do, we were all very tired. We were all sleepy and had nothing to do around there so we waited until it was time for their elders to drink tea as their Chinese culture. After that we went home. At night we went to their wedding dinner at Jade Palace seafood restaurant. We enjoyed that quite a lot. The bride we a blue evening gown. But we sat near the air-con and it was really cold. We were near the speaker too so it was loud. After that we went into the car and  slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-6290924121577629396?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/6290924121577629396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=6290924121577629396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/6290924121577629396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/6290924121577629396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-7th-of-march-i-went-to-one-of-my.html' title='An aunt of mine&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2805909092292249326</id><published>2009-01-24T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:15:35.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>As for us having a hot time during Chinese new year China is quite on the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot hot hot season&lt;br /&gt;2. We wear as cooling clothes as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cool spring time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They wear thick, warm clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it can be hot, and very tiring during Chinese New Year, I really want to thank God for all the things that he has blessed us with each and every year. As my mum has said in her blog (gemsfortheheart.blogspot.com) that who is our God of prosperity? I am really grateful for all he things that God has given me throughout the past years. Not only on Chinese New Year, but all year round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-2805909092292249326?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2805909092292249326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2805909092292249326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2805909092292249326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2805909092292249326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/01/wild-movie.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-7394583184379063471</id><published>2009-01-15T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:52:51.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Lunch Creation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXs1soAbvbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lyVZKRsB_tc/s1600-h/101_5820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294884827673902514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXs1soAbvbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lyVZKRsB_tc/s320/101_5820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta da! Me and my lunch creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXAT_IUYCWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EyJDWlteQ6M/s1600-h/101_5819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291751537445964130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXAT_IUYCWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EyJDWlteQ6M/s320/101_5819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at work, designing my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXAT-9MQIDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LY4qbNPG9bk/s1600-h/101_5821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291751534459101234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXAT-9MQIDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LY4qbNPG9bk/s320/101_5821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My complete plate of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXAT-gH8BNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X1D2cKPx5Zs/s1600-h/101_5827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291751526656378066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXAT-gH8BNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X1D2cKPx5Zs/s320/101_5827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three finished story platters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-7394583184379063471?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/7394583184379063471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=7394583184379063471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7394583184379063471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7394583184379063471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch-creation.html' title='Lunch Creation.'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SXs1soAbvbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lyVZKRsB_tc/s72-c/101_5820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-4101777052778907061</id><published>2009-01-15T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:28:26.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Of Those Greatest Things That Happened Last Year.</title><content type='html'>What:Ashton Lim Wei Sheng, My Brother.&lt;br /&gt;Why: He is another great thing that happened last year because he really is so great and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to admit that I was kinda " disappointed " when mum announced that " Sayang " was going to be a boy. But, No! I really figured that no matter girl or boy, your sibling is one of he most precious people you could have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am having a great experience seeing how a baby boy grows and how exciting it can be to witness Ashton changing throughout in the past eight months of his life. Truly, ever since he was born I have learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashton, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-4101777052778907061?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/4101777052778907061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=4101777052778907061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4101777052778907061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4101777052778907061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-one-of-those-greatest-things.html' title='Another One Of Those Greatest Things That Happened Last Year.'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-1839541721859115843</id><published>2009-01-15T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:05:00.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Greatest Things That Happened Last Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;What: Gateway City Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Why: I think that the birthing of Gateway City Church is one of the most exciting, important and, greatest things that happened last year is because before we left our previous church,&lt;br /&gt;Dad told us that he was going to stop working there, and we were to plant a new church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard those news, I knew that this was going to be an exciting journey, but at the same time I was a little sad to leave my old friends. But I got over that after a while. My sister, Nat, was also a little sad, but we knew that God wanted us to do this, and so together we prayed as a family and visited several other churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Gateway City Church is my church, I am really, really happy that we have done what God wants us to do and I have met more new friends.&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/4493726845298537316-1839541721859115843?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/1839541721859115843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=1839541721859115843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/1839541721859115843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/1839541721859115843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-greatest-things-that-happened.html' title='One of the Greatest Things That Happened Last Year.'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8798471655067108914</id><published>2009-01-12T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:38:33.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Song of Joy!</title><content type='html'>Turn my sigh into singing&lt;br /&gt;Let your joy fill my being&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down and out&lt;br /&gt;Many times I tend to pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must learn to rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Please comfort me&lt;br /&gt;With your gentle voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing, I will sing&lt;br /&gt;Making music to the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was inspired by Judges 5:3 (Based on a devotional blog - &lt;a href="http://gemsfortheheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gemsfortheheart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8798471655067108914?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8798471655067108914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8798471655067108914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8798471655067108914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8798471655067108914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-song-of-joy.html' title='A Little Song of Joy!'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-5395588239229983368</id><published>2008-11-16T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:33:30.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A home for my hamster.</title><content type='html'>My sisters and I own a pet hamster named Lenlay. We owned her for quite some time already, but just yesterday, my baby brother Ashton went to visit the doctor and he said that we cannot keep our hamster any longer due to our allergies. We are very sad to part with her. So we are looking for a home for our pet hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would really want her new owner to be responsible, kind, loving, and good-hearted. If you think you fit the criteria, and would love to have a free hamster together with the cage and food,  we would be willing to give it away. If you are interested please let me know through the chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. We have a new blue hamster cage that is for sale. RM 35.00 (Original price:RM 42.00) Hamster cage is very expensive. You are getting a good deal for this one.&lt;br /&gt;Interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-5395588239229983368?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/5395588239229983368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=5395588239229983368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5395588239229983368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5395588239229983368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-title.html' title='A home for my hamster.'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2389844589855258774</id><published>2008-09-18T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:53:12.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating spree!!!</title><content type='html'>Today we went out with a few Sabahans who came to Penang. They had a eating spree ( I am quite sure.) When I met them it was breakfast time. We came quite late, so they had already had most of their breakfast. I saw so many empty hokkien mee bowls! Haha. I had some toasted bread and hot milo for &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; breakfast&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Later on in the day we went to Fairway to swim before meeting them for dinner. We went to Lone Pine (that's in Batu Ferringgi) to pick them up. Then we went to some kind of western food cafe to have dinner. I ordered Butter Garlic Fish. I thought it would be a buttery garlic sauce poured over the grilled fish, but when it arrived it was a very dry dish. It was the grilled fish with fried garlic sprinkled very genorously all over it with a little bit of mixed vege, a small dinner roll, 1 slice of tomato and 1 slice of cucumber. My drink was kickapoo joy juice which I shared with Nat-I actually liked the bottle, cause it was only the first time that I have tried it. It looked very old and antique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we met back at the Lone Pine Hotel, then we went to walk along the roadside stalls in Batu Ferringgi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-2389844589855258774?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2389844589855258774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2389844589855258774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2389844589855258774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2389844589855258774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/09/eating-spree.html' title='Eating spree!!!'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8763172796861387649</id><published>2008-08-27T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:59:09.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of stories</title><content type='html'>Today, when mum woke me up, I figured it's Wednesday. Another day began. I opened my eyes a little and peeped out, then fell back between the heap of pillows again. After a while mum shook me slightly. Sigh...I actually dosed off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled out of bed, made my way to the bathroom, chose a fresh clean towel, then took a bath. After I was changed and dressed, I had breakfast. Just then, mum called us into the computer room for our &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt; date with Aunty Joyce. Mum could not get the mic done properly so we had to use the chat line instead. Finally after some time, mum got the mic fixed properly and we talked to her. After that , I had my breakfast of cream crackers and chocolate spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did devotion for girls, times tables with latin dance, read, wrote, sewed a pot holder, and sewed up an old rag. Finally having a little quiet moment to myself to write .....&lt;em&gt;this series of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Ashlynn -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8763172796861387649?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8763172796861387649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8763172796861387649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8763172796861387649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8763172796861387649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/08/series-of-stories.html' title='A series of stories'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-4570975171818218367</id><published>2008-05-23T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:05:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Ashton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDan_H8R7uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yw--TpbI4AE/s1600-h/PICT1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203531122378665698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDan_H8R7uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yw--TpbI4AE/s320/PICT1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We eagerly brought our dinner to the hospital that we could have dinner with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDanuX8R7tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Zjj5E0JQAt0/s1600-h/PICT1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203530834615856850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDanuX8R7tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Zjj5E0JQAt0/s320/PICT1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bored, tired, and hungry chrisa on mum's bed while mum is feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDanUH8R7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/idMBctrRz3A/s1600-h/PICT1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203530383644290754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDanUH8R7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/idMBctrRz3A/s320/PICT1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nice family photo with cool little Ashton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDaml38R7rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sWBFMXzWYro/s1600-h/PICT1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203529589075340978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDaml38R7rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sWBFMXzWYro/s320/PICT1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited Chrisa holding a fragile baby for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203528828866129570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDal5n8R7qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cqgqcK18X80/s320/PICT1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time carrying itty - bitty tiny Ashton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-4570975171818218367?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/4570975171818218367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=4570975171818218367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4570975171818218367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4570975171818218367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/05/prince-ashton.html' title='Prince Ashton'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaI-948hdEw/SDan_H8R7uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yw--TpbI4AE/s72-c/PICT1108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-9007005286054753229</id><published>2008-05-16T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:21:38.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It does not exist........</title><content type='html'>One fine morning, a few of my friends and myself went to the great Loch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ness&lt;/span&gt; Of Scotland. My friends were Pearl , Anna. Kim, Janet, and Satin. We went for a picnic along Loch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ness&lt;/span&gt;. After our picnic lunch of tuna and egg sandwiches, one packet of spicy crisp, Two small packets of tomato crisp, two avocados, 1 nectarine, 1 peach, and a tall glass of grape juice each we decided to lie down on the grassy hills overlooking the Loch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little rest under the clear, cool, blue sky, we decided to wade in the Loch. Everyone but Anna and Pearl agreed to go. Pearl had read a book about the Water Horse that lived in the Loch so she was a little hesitant. Anna had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; read the book and was afraid. So in the end we all agreed to let them stay behind, since that were scared of joining us to wade in the Loch. We tracked down the sandy path towards the water when we heard a voice shouting,' there are a couple of canoes by the bank of &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;water. We turned to find that the person who had shouted was Pearl. True &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; when got to the bank of the water, we saw 4 canoes tied to post, stuck in the wet sand. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;discussed&lt;/span&gt; about those canoes for a while and finally said to each other that we would use the canoes just for a while, because none was using them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us almost half an hour to untie the strong tight knots made by the thick ropes. We let loose 2 canoes(for they were double canoes) for ourselves. One was bright yellow in colour and the other was light blue. We quickly pushed the canoes into the water and jumped in them. We were overjoyed to find such a thing just lying there, as if it was specially for us to use. We grabbed the oars that was on the sand. We held races &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; each other and paddled in circles around the Loch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then as turned back to look at Pearl and Anna, we found that none of them were to be seen. Then we heard a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rustling&lt;/span&gt; sound Kim hopped out of her canoe to look for Pearl and Anna. I heard a faint shriek from behind a huge bolder, then a very loud laughter, that turned into screams of silliness. From behind the rock out crept two shy figures in the shadows. We all noticed that the figures we the timid Pearl and Anna. they finally spoke up about what they were frightened of, They said thy were scared of sound they heard which they had suspected the Water Horse who lived in the water. Then they screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. We turned to find that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; thing that they had shrieked so much about jut now was just some ducks having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt; n the Loch. Never again were the two girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of the legend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THE END -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, at the time of Word War II in Scotland, there was a legend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; a " Water Horse ". It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt; like a dinosaur just that it lived in water. There were records telling that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;people had&lt;/span&gt; actually seen them but here I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; this story to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; that the "Water Horse " does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a unit study that I have started on, based on the show-" Water Horse ". We have to say whether the " Water Horse " exist, and then write a short story about yourself in the picture then say and explain why it is or it is not. In my case it is not. I know you will be thinking because I said a short story,but mine is so long. You see I love doing creative writing and I always get a little carried away when I write stories. I hope you have enjoyed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-9007005286054753229?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/9007005286054753229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=9007005286054753229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/9007005286054753229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/9007005286054753229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-does-not-exist.html' title='It does not exist........'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-5134781983230629258</id><published>2008-04-02T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:23:37.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>This story happened to take place in a ballet school. A girl named Hazel (the trickster) wanted to play a trick on someone, but what to do, and who to trick? Suddenly, something caught Hazel's eye, something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel saw a shy girl sitting in the corner all alone. Hazel's mind went wild. She knew exactly the right thing to do. She wanted to trip her. She slowly crept to her and sat there. Patiently she waited until the girl,Janessa got up. Then she would quickly pull her ribbon to untie the ballet slippers. Then when she danced she would trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Janessa!!!", shouted her teacher. Janessa jumped up and started working on her " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Demi&lt;/span&gt; Plies " and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sotes&lt;/span&gt;". As she danced her feet felt funny and loose. She realized that her ballet slippers were untied, but it was too late. She landed - tripped over her ribbon and fell! Right there on the floor. What a disgrace for a ballerina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heavy eyelids burst out with tears. Hazel's heavy heart was filled with guilt and shame. She burst out in tears too. The pair, with water running down their cheeks were escorted out of the room by their teacher. Hazel, ashamed of what she had done, gave an apology to Janessa. They were friends again. They never smelled like rosemary, but always like paprika and oregano in mushroom soup (if you want black pepper add it yourself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: the golden rule - do unto others as you would have them do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Paprika and oregano are the few of my favorite spices, but I don't fancy rosemary.&lt;br /&gt;PP.S. The actual date this story was written is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-5134781983230629258?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/5134781983230629258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=5134781983230629258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5134781983230629258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/5134781983230629258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/04/golden-rule.html' title='The Golden Rule'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-2630714719723947190</id><published>2008-03-31T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:24:49.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Stallion</title><content type='html'>This is my life. I am a black stallion. I belong to a poor stable owner of Arab. I will tell you the story of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born on 11 April, 1991. My mother was a big white mare. But she left me when I was little and said that she had to go away and I was old enough to be alone. My father abandoned the family before I was born, so now I am an orphan, a poor young orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew I became lonelier and lonelier. I had no family, friends, or even other creatures as buddies. I didn't have support throughout my growing years. So I learned by myself. I taught myself something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the poor stable owner decided to move to the city. I didn't want to go. On the good side, I figured that he would not take me. On the bad side, where will I go.... I can't live here - there's no one? I finally decided to move on towards the north, to Syria, and ended up in Turkey instead. I had travelled too much. Anyway life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; as good as I had expected. It was dull, boring and no grass for grazing. I moved on due to north again, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Poland&lt;/span&gt;. I settled in and made myself at home on the grassy lands of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Poland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everyday I&lt;/span&gt; grazed for food in the plain fields, looking for hope. Finally the day came. I met an Arabian beauty, a white filly just like my mother. I instantly fell in love with her and felt a sudden burst of life come all over me. As a few years went by, I stayed with the white filly until I was 14 years old. Finally we were mates. We happily shared what we needed to share and took what we needed from the faithful old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prairie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A triumphant day of my life finally came, and we both had a son, a grey colt. We both knew that it was a dream come true for everyone. Being wild is being pure, and being pure is being good. I believe manpower. Without men the whole world would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. Manpower involves many things. It involves a very, to do what is right and stand up for others. Speed, to rescue and reach out to others. Wisdom, to think right and make right decisions. Last but not least, unity to build up close family relations, and to help someone in need. Working as a team is better than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses are my favorite animals. I always dream of having my own horse that I could ride. Last year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nathalynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (my sis) and I put on a horse presentation for my mum, dad, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), showing our love and passion for these beautiful animals. My dream of horses led me to write this story. You can also read about our horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt; and trail rides in Australia in this blog: www.edlina1.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-2630714719723947190?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/2630714719723947190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=2630714719723947190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2630714719723947190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/2630714719723947190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-stallion.html' title='The Black Stallion'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-7155534670550048452</id><published>2008-03-29T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:26:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian "Gold"</title><content type='html'>Mum just came back from Aussie so that means first of hugs and kisses when she comes then....presents! But there was special gift that I am very sure took her all she could do just for that mysterious gift. What do you think that presents is?! Tada! The long awaited CHEESE!!!!! I have to tell you how much that my whole family and me love cheese... I like almost every kind of cheese. Well... the kind of cheese that she brought back was fruit cheese and my favorite kind of cheese I tried, Rubicon Red, Creamy Lancashire, and Double Glouchester. I like to remember the names of the cheeses that I sampled, because the names are nice, weird, and funny! These three cheeses are from Ashgrove cheese farm in Tassie. I remember, when we were there last year in the farm I also saw silly flavours like chili, wasabi and others! Too bad we did not get to see cheese making in progress, but at least we saw a whole room piled up with cheese. Anyway... the flavours that my mum brought back is , melon and mango,almond and apricot, cranberry and citrus, and tasty cheese from Woolsworth. Today my conclusion is, if you are a cheese lover, you will like Aussie cheese, but if you don't like cheese but you like cheesecake you will like fruit cheese ( also found in Aussie). I think I will wrap up now... so try the CHEESE !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-7155534670550048452?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/7155534670550048452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=7155534670550048452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7155534670550048452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/7155534670550048452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/03/australian-gold.html' title='Australian &quot;Gold&quot;'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-8512642381680892132</id><published>2008-03-07T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:28:05.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Burgers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday I had dad's best burgers. We went to buy chicken patties, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and the bun. When we got home chrisa helped dad butter the buns and then dad fried the patties, sliced the veggies and toasted the bread ( but on the pan) stacked every thing inside the bun, added a piece of cheese and wrapped it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we had a very yummy lunch indeed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-8512642381680892132?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/8512642381680892132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=8512642381680892132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8512642381680892132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/8512642381680892132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-burgers.html' title='Best Burgers!'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-9029377777336771298</id><published>2007-10-05T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:28:59.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I  came back from Cameron Highlands on the 4th of October. When my family and I were in Cameron Highlands we visited the rose garden. I just want to say how great God is, and what He has created. Here are some amazing plants that He has given us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Camelia - A flower that can be plucked just like that and rubbed into soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Lady shoe - A flower that really looks like a shoe and contains lots of sweet nectar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Golden cup - A bright yellow flower that is bigger than my face! A tinge of vanilla fragrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Foxglove - Is a flower which is lilac on the outside with brighter and darker spots on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passion of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah Ha, this fruit flower is very light purple with small darker dots on the inside. This flower is very unique because most flowers will have their seed, then flower, then fruit. But the flower Passion of Christ is a flower with a tiny, weeny little seed in the centre of the flower, and when the flower closes the little seed inside grows and grows until it becomes a passion fruit. Isn't that amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Angel's Trumpet - Is a white (sometimes with a little pink in the ends) flower that looks like a bell(or you could say trumpet.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Japanese Honeysuckle - The Japanese Honeysuckle is an orange coloured flower. It is also a creeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dancing Girl - The Dancing Girl is a fuchsia coloured flower that looks like a girl dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cannadulla - The Cannadulla is a antiseptic flower. It can cure any cut or wound. It is yellow and looks like a Daisy, but is a little bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Forget - Me - Not - This extremely special flower is the *drum roll* Forget-Me-Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This flower's seeds stick to fabric. The flowers are purplish-blue.The lady at the rose garden gave us some seeds to grow back here in Penang, but it hasn't been growing well, dad says it's because of the hot weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Raspberry - Well, I sure din't know that there was raspberries in Malaysia. We went all the way to Australia to eat them, and was quite dissapointed that we could not get to eat fresh ones and had to have frozen ones instead. But when we went to the rose garden in Cameron Highlands we dicovered the raspberries. We could actually pluck them right of the bush. I was really happy. So were my sisters. And my parents were so pleased.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Gooseberry - We tried some gooseberries. I disliked them,they were bitter and sour at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Loganberry - Too bad, we did not get to see the loganberries.*awwww*  i was quite dissapointed for not getting a chance to see what a loganberry looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-9029377777336771298?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/9029377777336771298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=9029377777336771298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/9029377777336771298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/9029377777336771298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2007/10/rose-garden.html' title='The Rose Garden'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4493726845298537316.post-4543876200445151016</id><published>2007-09-26T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:31:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floorball</title><content type='html'>Today I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;floorball&lt;/span&gt;. I had lots of fun, we worked on dribbling and we did mini killer. I was really tired and out of breath at that moment. For dribbling I took 42 seconds to complete the drill. I beat my record with 40 seconds the next round. We played a few games before we ended. At first I played with Nat on my team against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; and Josiah. In the next game I played with Josiah against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; and Nat. I also played with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; against Timothy and Josiah. Then we ended. Timothy got the "Best - player - award." I really was very tired. I hope to enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4493726845298537316-4543876200445151016?l=ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/feeds/4543876200445151016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4493726845298537316&amp;postID=4543876200445151016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4543876200445151016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4493726845298537316/posts/default/4543876200445151016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlynn-lim.blogspot.com/2007/09/floorball.html' title='Floorball'/><author><name>ashlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540677508479921581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nV6HAbKflo/TYS5riVwhtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WI0r78t3clY/s220/MSN3.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
