<?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-7006055925100533064</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:07:56.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo.WSL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006055925100533064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08398568525448536267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cziRF_tO_zQ/Sl4FQ_oF7dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dbGg09VsIps/S220/IMG01536-20090712-1915.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006055925100533064.post-3054850700399199328</id><published>2009-07-19T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:41:30.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The broken heart.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been active for a few days.. Today i went to church, as usual.. Im blessed by the altar call that we had in Sunday School. Today i helped out in Sunday school , the kids are superr cute:D i cant believe that even children of the age of about 6-7 years old are able to pray like that.. i dont know how to describe what i saw with words. God is really making a move among us, even the children. They are so hungry of god's love. I almost shed a tear, but managed to hold it back. During ISC, i experienced even grater things. I have many impressions while i was speaking in tounge. I heard someone was whispering to my ears, saying that i should pray over my broken heart. I didnt see that coming.. The incident that lead me to this "broken heart" took place long time ago that i even forgotten about it myself. Only just now , i realised that the cracks were still existing and that i have to pray over it,recover, and MOVE ON! I know i can do that, and i definetly will!&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;WSL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006055925100533064-3054850700399199328?l=serenade-wsl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/feeds/3054850700399199328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006055925100533064/posts/default/3054850700399199328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006055925100533064/posts/default/3054850700399199328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-heart.html' title='The broken heart.'/><author><name>WSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08398568525448536267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cziRF_tO_zQ/Sl4FQ_oF7dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dbGg09VsIps/S220/IMG01536-20090712-1915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006055925100533064.post-9131267691066278732</id><published>2009-07-16T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:32:54.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I initially thought that today will be my last day of my boredom at home. For the past 3 days, i have been idling at home, worried about my upcoming tests and lessons that i have missed for the past 3 days. Yesterday, i could already eat solid food such as tofu, chocolate with banana*yumm*, home-made sushi and even MAGGIE MIE! I was quite sure myself that i could go back to school on friday , latest. Today, i woke up, feeling regretful that i did not make it to school.I took a shower and waited for my friends to come over to my place for a group study. Everything was fine until at around 5 oclock. I can feel my hands shivering again while holding my pencil, well this might not sound so serious but for a person who has low blood pressure like me, it is serious. I tried my best not to care and carried on with my AMATH exercises. At 7 oclock, i started to have headache that was unbearable. My friends decided to leave for Sushi Tei while i could only sit back on the sofa while asking my maid to massage my head.It did not get any better. Soon i started to feel nauseas, i quickly ran to the toilet and i threw up! All the food that i've eaten this morning went down to the sink. My mom soon arrived, i could hear her voice from my room once she entered the house. She was pissed as i didnt obey her yesterday for not taking shower! GOSH! i couldnt stand a day without getting my hair and body cleaned! She continued bragging and complained to almost everyone that she talked to. My whole family including my grandparents , aunts and uncles all know about my condition. I felt like im a big baby. Its not like im having high fever! its just 38.1 degress celcius. My mom made me flush down different types of medicines down my throat and her home made drink that is believed to be able to cool down the body temperature. i dont believe any of it, frankly speaking. And now, she's locking me up in my room, with a bowl of porridge seasoned only with soya sauce, her home made traditional drink, no air con, gallons of water and a laptop. I really appreciate my laptop now, for if there is no laptop, i will be sitting down on my bed, looking like some kind of mentally disabled person.&lt;br /&gt;well i should stop now..&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;WSL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006055925100533064-9131267691066278732?l=serenade-wsl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/feeds/9131267691066278732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-initially-thought-that-today-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006055925100533064/posts/default/9131267691066278732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006055925100533064/posts/default/9131267691066278732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-initially-thought-that-today-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>WSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08398568525448536267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cziRF_tO_zQ/Sl4FQ_oF7dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dbGg09VsIps/S220/IMG01536-20090712-1915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006055925100533064.post-5852345037651941207</id><published>2009-07-15T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:44:08.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome(:</title><content type='html'>It is 2.17 am, 16th july 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I finally came up with a name for this blog, after a long search. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;its so silly that others can come up with names for their blogs, while i have to miserably flip through my longman dictionary for inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;While surfing the net just now, i came across my favourite song when i was a little kid,"when you wish upon a star". I couldnt remember when was the last time i listened to that song, but when i listened to it moments ago, i could actually venture back to the year 1995. I was sitting outside the operation room , waiting anxiously for the arrival of my little brother. My dad was holding me close to him, i could hear his heart beating very fast.His hands were so wet and cold, and even though the waiting room was air conditioned, i could still see from the corner of my eyes, droplets of sweat dripping from his chin every few minutes. While waiting, my dad would let me listen to his cassette recorder. I would always fast forward to track 7,my favourite song, "When You Wish Upon A Star".Well this time its a bit different as it is sung by a man called Glenn miller. However, this song, regardless whoever the singer is, will always remind me of my childhood experiences :D&lt;br /&gt;My head is getting dizzy now, probably it is the effect of the medicines that i took earlier for fever and cough. My mom wont let me go to school as i have just recovered , but for goodness sake! im feeling fine.. not an inch of my body is feeling anymore symptoms of fever or cough anymore. Today i have already missed my Emath test. and i simply cannot miss anymore lessons! my brain wants me to study and go to school but somehow, my mom and my body refuse to let me do so. urgh! i hate being ill now):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;WSL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006055925100533064-5852345037651941207?l=serenade-wsl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/feeds/5852345037651941207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006055925100533064/posts/default/5852345037651941207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006055925100533064/posts/default/5852345037651941207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenade-wsl.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome(:'/><author><name>WSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08398568525448536267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cziRF_tO_zQ/Sl4FQ_oF7dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dbGg09VsIps/S220/IMG01536-20090712-1915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
