<?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-3564353</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:15:19.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect: Learn it, Know it, Show it!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-107049722275234909</id><published>2003-12-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:21:18.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog has to end. No more. www.xanga.com/stargirl109&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-107049722275234909?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107049722275234909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107049722275234909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107049722275234909' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-107041631817204289</id><published>2003-12-02T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T17:52:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a lonely little kid today.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like no one's reading my bloggerr.. no one at church, at least.&lt;br /&gt;They haven't heard of my blogger.&lt;br /&gt;They have never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;O well. I want to write.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Today, considering the fact that it was seriously pouring yesterday made a lot of puddles at school today.. I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-107041631817204289?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107041631817204289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107041631817204289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107041631817204289' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-107033718014134500</id><published>2003-12-01T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:53:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.. but I HAVE A HUGE history project to do.. it's due in three weeks, a DAY before winter break.. I'm trying to be really artsy this year.&lt;br /&gt;My report card came.. Good thing it didn't destroy me, especially since was breaktime... See, if I accomplished something, I feel like I'm bragging.. like if I won a leadership award or something like that, I feel like I'm bragging and showing off. I don't want to do that. I really am wanting to know what people think of me.. telling me what they think no matter how good or bad it is is good rather than telling other people. And it just creates problems.. I don't want to do that. Speaking of this.. here's a slideshow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: when I'm saying something I accomplished to people, I feel like I'm bragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine(Chang): No, you're not bragging! How.. modest. you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounded so.. accenty. hehehe.. Modest.. it's like... how modest you are, my dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I'm thinking of starting an xanga. No blogger. I already have one anyway... www.xanga.com/stargirl109 . I should make a new account, not stargirl but trust2eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-107033718014134500?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107033718014134500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107033718014134500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107033718014134500' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-107015696760098932</id><published>2003-11-29T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T17:50:17.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;This morning my brother mentioned going to church-no wait, Mills to practice for Thanksgiving Banquet... I really didn't want to go if my brother minded even "as much as a speck of sand in the park". But he said he didn't mind and so I gave in. Besides, who would want to be stranded at home all day? Not me, that's for sure! But I'm glad I came. Even though I didn't get to do anything, it sure was fun. Everyone all "killed me into laughter". Thanks. But this might sound stupid, but I kinda feel like if I go to something where I'm not invited, it might be like.. everyone might not want me to go because of da da da da da and da da da da da. But yeah. &lt;br /&gt;But still though, it seems like all of my breaks are boring. My last two summers were boring, being so stranded at home.. but the last summer 2003 was better, because I graduated. I graduated. Yes, I graduated, ladies and gentlemen. I got my diploma which is stuck on my desk, and I have a huge thrill seeing it. I had a small party for it, invited two friends.... I slept over other people's houses. and BAM. I'm finally in middle school.. And BAM. My brother's a senior. Next year, When I'm in, he's out.... I want my brother to stay as he is now forever and ever, but no, that really wouldn't happen. Everyone's going away! I wonder when it's going to be my turn again to do the same. I had one turn to be a part of the oldest kids, there are 2 more to go until I'm off the hook. *sigh*.  I sometimes with that I can make the most of my breaks. Well, I'm really really looking forward to the Summer 2004 Retreat. I really am. I know I'll enjoy every moment, every second of my time in youth group, no doubt about it.. no doubt at all.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-107015696760098932?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107015696760098932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/107015696760098932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107015696760098932' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106990153599302268</id><published>2003-11-26T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T18:53:01.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OmG.. I was so confused today. I thought I'd get my reportcard TODAY, but there was a change in such short notice: THEY ARE BEING MAILED.=0 Mailed so that our parents could see it first. Well, today, I didn't get it. Hmm.. maybe on THanksgiving weekend. MY GRADES BETTER NOT RUIN IT!! AND I DON'T WANT MAMA TO SEE MY GRADES! SHE'S STRICT! She thinks that being a genius, getting a 4.0 GPA all the time and getting into Harvard is easy, but guess what mom. It's not. She usually  compares me to my brother. YOUR BROTHER GETS A 4.0 GPA AND YOU DON'T! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? I LOST A PAPER AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. YOUR BROTHER NEVER LOSES PAPERS. WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE HIM? And she's scolding and yelling at me while I look at the floor and feeling ashamed, sometimes, even something that I didn't do. Like one time, mom gave me an envelope full of fifty dollars. Later, dad told me to put it in the drawers and he watched me.. He saw me do it. The drawer was DEAD PACKED. DEAD FULL. And later, it was gone. And I swore all my life that I didn't even touch it, and she had to yell at me.. Say that there was something wrong with me while I stared at my toes in shame, and cry. But GUESS WHAT. LATER, MOM FOUND THE ENVELOPE. IT WAS STUCK ON THE TOP OF THE DRAWER BECAUSE WHEN YOU MOVE IT, THINGS GET STUCK, SO THAT WAS FOR NOTHING. ALL THAT WHIMPERING. AND SOMETIMES, I GET YELLED AT FOR THINGS I DIDN'T DO!! WHAT'S GOING ON?!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106990153599302268?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106990153599302268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106990153599302268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106990153599302268' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106982037848502524</id><published>2003-11-25T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T20:20:23.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-david095 (8:04:05 PM): grades are... grades&lt;br /&gt;-david095 (8:04:05 PM): points are... points&lt;br /&gt;-My really fun classes and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;-Report cards.&lt;br /&gt;-My funny teacher Carol... she's funny.. hahahahaha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-The really gangsta, yet cool, Jen C... Jen is in the house.. yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;-My home...&lt;br /&gt;-Kathyleen, April, Victoria, Oppa, and whoever else in the youth group.. for being a really good big siblings to me. You guys are like an amusement park, where you can talk, joke, and play. The only difference is, that ride is never gone.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106982037848502524?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106982037848502524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106982037848502524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106982037848502524' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106981758842488551</id><published>2003-11-25T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:33:53.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to write about Chang's wedding now, HOW COULD I FORGET?!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't go, I looked at some xangas.. and man, it sounded fun!! Just SO FUN. *sigh* too bad I couldn't go... When I heard the sad words, "They have no room for you", I knew that I wouldn't enjoy the weekend at all.. O well.. only 7 months to go!! Youth Group, here I come. Now, since Chang and Young got married, yesterday they left for the tropical, yet sunny land of Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRADULATIONS, CHANG &amp; YOUNG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106981758842488551?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106981758842488551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106981758842488551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106981758842488551' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106980476859714807</id><published>2003-11-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:00:12.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doing homework. right now.not much. at all. But I'm shiveringggggg.... IT'S STANKIN COLD, LIKE CRAZY!!bRR..... This morning was 47 degrees. It's like alaska in here!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106980476859714807?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106980476859714807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106980476859714807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106980476859714807' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106972194393176368</id><published>2003-11-24T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T16:59:46.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving.. This week. Report Cards: Didn't get. Report cards squared: Wednesday. Science: 95.2%. Math: 97.7%. BOO YAH squared!! Haha.. I am thankful for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oppa.. Busy, Busy, but yet silly silly Oppa.. He fools around too much. He's funny though.&lt;br /&gt;- My motivation for studying and my deep passion for different things.&lt;br /&gt;-Books!! The good thing about it is, you can NEVER run out of good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106972194393176368?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106972194393176368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106972194393176368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972194393176368' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106965119739459100</id><published>2003-11-23T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:20:38.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.. man! I almost forgot to do my math homework.. I didn't write it down!! Uh Oh.. I should WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I'm reading the bible. I guess since Oppa is doing It, I should do it.. too. But you know what? I think I'm changing. I seriously can tell. Like, I'm seriously really into studying more than ever. I actually WANT to do it. I guess I learned that studying and praciting hard gives you really good results. At least that's worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to Teacher Jane who used to be in CM, she gave me a new bible which I can really really understand what God is trying to say to me. But yeah. Well, yesterday, the recital didn't turn out to be as bad as I thought! Eunice was.. reallly good... After, I gave her a snuggly hug and I got one from her mama... Thank you!! But there are some conflicts, 'cause there's a competition between her and -----. Those blanks? IM me to figure it out, but KEEP IT CONFIDENTAL!! I don't know who's side to take. My friend, or that other person? I'm about to choose my friend.. but.. I don't know. I don't think I should even take sides. But sometimes I kinda feel -------.... Because I'm falling into that temptation hole when I shouldn't.. If I fall, I know I can get back up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 'friends' who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother."-Proverbs 18:24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106965119739459100?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106965119739459100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106965119739459100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106965119739459100' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106952442310075201</id><published>2003-11-22T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T10:07:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me + Eda = two peas in a pod. Gruesome Twosome.. YEAHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106952442310075201?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106952442310075201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106952442310075201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106952442310075201' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106952436876765437</id><published>2003-11-22T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T10:06:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...*sigh* I'm at home.. I can't go to Chang's wedding. I can't, I can't. They have no room. They have no room... I should've gone with someone with.. airplane.. maybe Jen? But O well.. A few days ago, during my dinner tummy refill, I had to decide on.. Friend's violin recital? Or Wedding? I'd seriously go to the wedding because I haven't seen Young in like, what, two to three years? The last time I saw her was at our old church, the St. Emydius one. When I told Oppa that I couldn't decide, he told me to go to the recital and I said OK. And last Sunday, I gave out tickets, hung up posters... and the people I gave the tickets to asked me if I was going to go to the recital, and I said "YES", BUT I WANTED TO SAY NO! I don't want to disappoint my friend.. And I've made the wrong decision.. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least in 7 months I'd finally go to the summer retreat with my brother as the "gruesome twosome"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106952436876765437?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106952436876765437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106952436876765437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106952436876765437' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106946049239014877</id><published>2003-11-21T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T16:22:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. Today was an ordinary day.... nothing much to say. It's just that I think that I should give more effort and more creativity in my work during Language Arts.. Science and Social Studies is going fine.. I don't they they are really my worst subjects..   but the thing of it is, Language Arts is. I am pretty bad at reading and writing. That's why I got a textbook from her. Mor eto come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106946049239014877?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106946049239014877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106946049239014877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106946049239014877' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106929243919120087</id><published>2003-11-19T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T17:41:14.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thankfully I crashed into the wall from my backside... and thankfully I didn't get hurt, it was just a hard thump.... if I crashed forward, my glasses would probably break and might be stuck into my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that happened, he'd be sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106929243919120087?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106929243919120087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106929243919120087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106929243919120087' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106929229356035246</id><published>2003-11-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T17:38:49.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh.. today.. it was pretty simple... the usual.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day:&lt;br /&gt;- Had a little "kuhn-flickt" with someone online(btw, that isn't pronounced correctly. The right way is for me to know and you to figure out).. Some people aren't so understanding. They sometimes think that you are lying  about the things you say and the opinions you have..&lt;br /&gt;-Science grade got printed out... didn't turn out as bad as I thought, not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;- Dealing with things at school.&lt;br /&gt;-Middle school is pretty much, double the homework.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And today, while I was walking down the hall, an eighth grader who was a boy bumped into me and I crashed into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry today, but God says to treat evil in a good way, not a bad, so what could I do? I wanted to scream in the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an 8th grader does that to me again, I'll just grab him and drag him to the office. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106929229356035246?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106929229356035246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106929229356035246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106929229356035246' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106921465888168454</id><published>2003-11-18T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T20:04:53.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty happy today. My math grade got printed out... see, in math class, I do WUP'S and POW'S.. Warm Ups and Problem of the week, this isn't my final grade, which doesn't include the grade for the Warm Up's and POWS... But.. I got A+. 97 points... BOO YAH!! I'm really happy. That's all I have to say today. Countdown for last day of trimester: 3 days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106921465888168454?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106921465888168454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106921465888168454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106921465888168454' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106912884075292384</id><published>2003-11-17T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T20:14:34.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Monday.. I got to see all of my friends... =) I got everything out of the way, even my homework that's due as late as Friday. Speaking of Friday.. THAT'S THE LAST DAY OF THE FIRST TRIMESTER WHICH MEANS... REPORT CARDS!! I'm excited and nervous... excited because I'm always pleased to know that I am a good student and nervous because I might get a bad grade. I got a 4.0 on my progress report, what's next? Man... and that next day is my dear friend, Eunice's recital. She is just phenominal!! She's good at violin. I hope you guys can come to her recital, for those who aren't going to Chang's wedding. I know the recital will be fun, and I'm going to give a little something to her after her recital.. it's a surprise. It's kind of a holiday surprise... she'll she what it is. But today I want to talk about Linda Sue Park... I heard she liked to read and write. She writes about 12th and 17th century Korea.. Went to Stanford University on the gymnastics team, got a degree in English. Goodness! I want to be like Linda Sue Park, reading and writing. But I have more in common with my brother. We are like two peas in a pod. We don't fight(well, most of the time), we fool around with each other, we play, we make jokes. Like two peas in a pod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106912884075292384?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106912884075292384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106912884075292384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912884075292384' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106903838468663716</id><published>2003-11-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:06:56.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking of my brother's yearbook from the last entry.. I thought of something today. Since I think so much about how fun college would be, and many many people say that it's too early and stupid(my brother says it's seriously dumb to think about that), then I'll think about high school. I hereby declare myself a freshman in three years. Just three years! JUST THREE YEARS! Can you believe this? Ever since first grade, I wanted to be in middle school. Now that has come, and I know that I will have to wait WAYY shorter to start the real fun! High school looks fun! There are soo many sports teams to join that I don't think they missed even ONE sport. They even have water polo, volleyball, and swimming! I want to join when it's time. Goodness. In three years, THREE, ladies and gentlemen, the class of 2006 will be the leaders again, and it's the bottom line again as a freshman~! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106903838468663716?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106903838468663716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106903838468663716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106903838468663716' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106895456092094919</id><published>2003-11-15T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T19:49:51.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a look at my brother's junior yearbook... I flip and look at the pages in surprise[ment]. Goodness.. I think high school is going to be filled with so much fun and busy-ness.... Dude! So many things to look at, so many places to hang out at with your closest friends... places to do your homework, who knows? Maybe I'll end up working in Bath and Body Works during the summer... or at the Elephant Bar with my friends at my 2006 graduation. Well, whatever it is, I know that God will plan something really enjoyable for me. Man, High school.. not to far away!! Not too far away! Man~ I really can't wait. Trust me, three years isn't much time at all! How many years have passed since I was born? 11? You Bet'cha... Dude, so 3 years have passed approximately.. THREE TIMES!(well, plus another two years). Man~ I know that even though our parents and everyone is getting old, the class of 2006 will eventually be the leaders of middle school and enter another four years full of studying, fun, extracurriculars, and more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106895456092094919?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106895456092094919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106895456092094919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106895456092094919' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106859095979399135</id><published>2003-11-11T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:49:44.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg... no school today. FOR THE FIRST TIME... DuDdE. Life just seems boring at the moment, and if I was busy busy busy, I think time would fly by faster.. and if it does, I'd be graduating and going onto high school in no time! But I bet by that time, school's gonna get tougher, and the more older you get, the more you have to study... Ohhh yeah. You bet'cha... you're going to be permanently in the studying world, but approximately 5% of the time you will remain idle and do whatever you please. Yeah.. that's my world. I love to read though. Books, books books!! I love Linda Sue Park's A Single Shard. It's about 12th century Korea.. has to do with Korean pottery. I heard that she got the idea for it when she heard that our kind of pottery was good, even better than China's.. So I'm like, Are you serious?! Our pottery is better than China's?( Because Ancient China's history has really gotten me into it.. With the emperor, the building of the Great Wall that cost so many lives...) But I just go with the flow, I guess. Wow.. I went to the author's website, www.lindasuepark.com , and she went to Stanford University with a degree in English. I want to read. I want to study. I want to learn about the past. I want to make up my own stories and poems and things... This includes, blogs, by the way! And speaking of blogs, thanks for taking the time to read this.. I know it's pretty long, but I wanted to give you the reall scoop. What scoop, you say? The huge, gigantic ice cream scoop that includes Rocky Road, Green Tea Ice Cream, Strawberry, and Mint Chip Ice Cream and a bunch of other flavors all towered together... hahah.. Imagine that! But seriously, if there was an Ice Cream Mountain that reached as high as Mount Everest... I have no doubt about going up and gobbling all that ice cream up as my food each and every day! And Mount Ice Cream Everest would be in an enormous freezer so we have to climb it in there...  BrrR... so I should wear some warm clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106859095979399135?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106859095979399135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106859095979399135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106859095979399135' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106851503923170800</id><published>2003-11-10T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:44:23.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Before I tell my story to you guys.. seriously have to admit this: My singing voice popped up. I kinda think that it's bad to brag about the talents you have...... so I guess I hid it from you. But, honest, I wanted it to be a surprise for Christmas. I want to sing a Christmas carol, while Doori plays the violin.)&lt;br /&gt;      See... let me ask you a question. Are there times, when you know that there's someone who has a special talent that you want to have? well, I have to admit again, I feel that exact same way. But I'm alert that I shouldn't be jealous, because we have a wonderful thing that'll come: Heaven. So what's a better thing than that? nothing at all. But I've been realizing that I've been "falling into the hole" so many times. But sometimes I know that there's a way up so I can escape. I wish that I wouldn't fall into the hole anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106851503923170800?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106851503923170800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106851503923170800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106851503923170800' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106825411217713066</id><published>2003-11-07T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T17:15:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... the paainnnnnnnnnnnn.................... I'm sick todayyyy................ I feel like I have a huge wooden block in my throat that doesn't alllow me to talk!! I'm too lazy to do homework right now.. I think I'll do it on Sunday. Today, I kinda was really tired. I didn't have P.E today.. YES! I had 1,2,3,4 and 5th period today.. Social Studies for 7th, and I think you know what period I have for P.E.. School was the same as usual.. it's kinda boring, though, having all of your teachers in the same wing besides PE, of course. I had my explorative, in other words, elective today. I had Sign Language the first trimester, and now I'm  having Computer Science.. I'm starting a Power Point presentation with two other friends. Our presentations had to be about a "How to" question.. my group and I are doing "How to annoy your siblings, The ultimate knowledge needed". Hahahah. And after that, there was like this guy in my explorative who came up to me and my friend, Heidi, and I heard he was about to do "How to take over the world" with his friend, but he was changing it to "How to be Teacher's Pet". When I heard this.. I was like.. uhh.. I'm not sure you can take over the world, but who knows? It could mean something different from what I think it is. I think it was a good idea.. I think I would want to take over the world someday! But that gave me an idea for another topic : "How to be really smart so you can own everyone in education". Right now, I should brainstorm ways on how to annoy your siblings, especially older ones. Here are some I have now.. By the way, I don't really do these things to Oppa.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your older sibling is studying for a standardized test, take the book and hide it somewhere when he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;-When your sibling is taking a nap, punch in front of his face(but don't hit him) or put a dirty sock in front of his nose as a way for him to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;- say something really really hilarious on the phone when you're talking to your sibling, and make him/her spit or snort out a beverage that he was drinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106825411217713066?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106825411217713066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106825411217713066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106825411217713066' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106818269664497342</id><published>2003-11-06T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T21:25:15.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, Alright, here's the scoop. It might not be interesting.. but I HAVE TO SPILL IT!!I was having a conversation with daybear.. hahahah.. and I said to him that I thought of UC Berkeley as the King of all UC's, cause it's the best one, let me tell you that. Haha.. so here is something somewhat like our convo that we had :&lt;br /&gt;me: I think that UC Berkeley should be the King of all the UC's..&lt;br /&gt;daybear: hahahah.. yeah!! I went to the King of UC's!&lt;br /&gt;me: Should  there be a queen of all UC's too?&lt;br /&gt;daybear: No, UC Berkeley should remain single.. hahahah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A few days later...&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve: Is UC Berkeley married? Who will it marry?&lt;br /&gt;david095: not yet!&lt;br /&gt;david095: it could be YOU!&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve: heheh&lt;br /&gt;david095: :D&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve: NO!&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve: not really!&lt;br /&gt;david095: if you did UC berkeley would be one lucky... university&lt;br /&gt;david095: :-)&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve: hahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve: thanks, thanks.. lol... Lucky, cause I did?!&lt;br /&gt;david095: :-)&lt;br /&gt;david095: if you married UC Berkeley&lt;br /&gt;david095: hahahha&lt;br /&gt;david095: ok, it's a weird thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.. talk about hilarious.. But should I get married to a COLLEGE later on? EwWw! That's gross!! I think I'd rather live in it than marry it (you know what I mean).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106818269664497342?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106818269664497342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106818269664497342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106818269664497342' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106720517892416893</id><published>2003-10-26T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T13:53:02.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AhH.. This weekend was soo great!! But some stuff creeped me out. Well, let's not talk about it.. Highlights of the weekend-&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Camp Bothin in Fairfax, CA.. it's an hour away from San Francisco, and you have to cross the Golden Gate Bridge to get there.&lt;br /&gt;-The cabin that I slept in was Stonehouse, a cabin made of stone.. There were other people with us.&lt;br /&gt;-Drank hot chocolate.. Burnt my tongue... it still hurts!&lt;br /&gt;- Had a potluck Dessert.. I, and my other friends created.. what is called a Fruity Surprise.... it's mixed with strawberries, whipped cream, strawberry yogurt... and other things.. Mix it all together.. and.. Ahhh.. the frangrance.. the taste of the heavenly strawberry smoothie... Feel it.......... Taste it...... Smell it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106720517892416893?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106720517892416893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106720517892416893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106720517892416893' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106686983264909784</id><published>2003-10-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T17:43:52.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown for camp: Two Days.. I have butterflies in my stomach. I sure hope it's going to be what I have in mind.. because before middle school, I visualized the middle school campus, but when I had orientation, it wasn't what I expected. O well. But for one thing, I heard me and my troop.. we're going to sleep in StoneHouse, a house made of stone. Anyway, I'm writing to get away from my Social Studies quiz notes.. I think I'm at risk of my report card grades getting lower. I'm studying so much so I can get on the right track. See, I hope I improve.. from the results I got last time. Dad points out to me that I'm getting better and better.. and I have to admit, he's right. But sometimes, things don't go well. I should control myself and not panic anymore.. to remember that you don't have to get A's on everything. But yes, a 4.0 GPA has a certain ring to it.. but it's not everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106686983264909784?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106686983264909784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106686983264909784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106686983264909784' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106654074562780423</id><published>2003-10-18T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T22:19:05.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to CAMP NEXT WEEKEND!!!! I CANNOT WAIT! I CANNOT! I CANNOT! IT'LL BE SO MUCH FUN! More to come later. Well, anyway, I'm just writing to get myself away from my Science textbook. I think I know what you guys are thinking: Here it goes again, Evelyn's  Blog-is-a-waste-of-time-and-it-is-unnecessary protest. Yeah, you guys are right, I should probably have a protest. But anyway, today was pretty good! I love the weekends. Studying, plus, I guess you could say, a "dash" of listening to music , and plus, like I said before, "my-fun-world-full-of-books-catalogs-and-magazines". But still, everyday, I become weary and tired at night.. Such lack of time! Cause I have to do stuff.. required stuff for.. other stuff, that's going in my world, and the Internet comes in handy. When I go on the computer, I look at the computer clock in Horror.. 10:19! I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106654074562780423?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106654074562780423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106654074562780423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106654074562780423' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106617372340475032</id><published>2003-10-14T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T16:22:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> am very preoccupied today. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many things on my mind right now : What's my next progress report grades going to be? Am I on the right track to fufilling my goals? There are so many things I am thinking about right now, even things that are going to happen a few years later... and to this point, I think that God will help me figure everything out. See, things are going wonderfully at school.. things are way more than I had expected last year.. But as I go deeper and deeper into the hard parts of my studies, I don't feel ready for it. Like, next year, I'm going to learn Pre Algebra, but I'm not so sure if I'm going to be ready for it, because I just don't. It's a matter of... what I mastered already and what I haven't. Because of this, that's kind of why I'm studying. I'm trying to think about my interests... my skills.... What I can do to improve my community, and the world. That's kind of why I'm in Girl Scouts.. and my troop is going for the Bronze award. Lately, I've been so interested in art, and into it, I actually have a book with works of art in it. As I skimmed through the book, I stared at the pages in amazement... So I actually have decided to stick to art, since I've been hooked on it since first grade. There are so many things to do right now.. and it seems like I have such lack of time. Reading the Bible, Homework, camping, Girl Scout meetings, studying, earning awards.. trying to figure out my duties as a leader to all my friends and as a Girl Scout. And because so much is going on, I needed something to express my personality, and my feelings. Guess what? God provided a blog for me.. I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106617372340475032?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106617372340475032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106617372340475032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617372340475032' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106601704710053598</id><published>2003-10-12T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:50:46.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think apparently is a word or not, but I don't think I used it the right wa.y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106601704710053598?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106601704710053598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106601704710053598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106601704710053598' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106601702114308701</id><published>2003-10-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:50:20.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH!! PROGRESS REPORTS CAME OUT ON FRIDAY! At first, when I got it, I was too frightened to look at it, because I was kind of afraid that I did really really bad.... But I took a last final decision..... and OH MY GOSH.. I was so happy. I fufilled my goals, but a few grades were missing from some of my classes. YaY! (Try to guess what I got.)And those of you who think that I am a little "Mini Genius" like Freak, in the book Freak the Mighty (you know who you are!) YOU ARE SO wrONG.. I probably don't even deserve those grades since they might've gotten mixed up. YOU ARE SO WRONG, YOU ARE SOO WRONG! well, you might be, but there might be a 52/50 chance that you might be right. 52/50..one and two fifty-iths. And see, for P.E.. that's the worst! I mean, I have NO talent for that. I hope I improve. See, when disappointment comes to me, when it comes to school, I feel really bad. I feel like beating myself up, like for example, if I was slower than everyone else when I ran the mile and a half, and that caused my grade to get lower, I'd be saying, "I want to run 11 times around the track every single day until I improve and I am one of the top runners!" Yeah. Tha's right. I know it's a pretty bad attitude, but seriously though, that's how much I care. But what I said, right there. RIGHT THERE. is almost impossible for me. I mean, if the big 8th graders saw me run, I don't care if I'll get humiliated.. Let people think what they want to think. "Evelyn is the worst runner in the world!" "I can run ten times faster than her!" Well, apparently, you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106601702114308701?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106601702114308701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106601702114308701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106601702114308701' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106601670225905654</id><published>2003-10-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:45:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH!! PROGRESS REPORTS CAME OUT ON FRIDAY! At first, when I got it, I was too frightened to look at it, because I was kind of afraid that I did really really bad.... But I took a last final decision..... and OH MY GOSH.. I was so happy. I fufilled my goals, but a few grades were missing from some of my classes. YaY! (Try to guess what I got.)And those of you who think that I am a little "Mini Genius" like Freak, in the book Freak the Mighty (you know who you are!) YOU ARE SO wrONG.. I probably don't even deserve those grades since they might've gotten mixed up. YOU ARE SO WRONG, YOU ARE SOO WRONG! well, you might be, but there might be a 52/50 chance that you might be right. 52/50..one and two fifty-iths. And see, for P.E.. that's the worst! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106601670225905654?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106601670225905654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106601670225905654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106601670225905654' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106524147714412634</id><published>2003-10-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T21:24:36.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omy goodness.. The brutiality of this day, whatever you call it. I want to be as scientific as possible to make you get a feel of my day. See, P.E is still a problem. See, now I know. NOW, I KNOW THAT THE TIMED RUN (TWO TIMES AROUND THE WHOLE BASKETBALL COURT AND FIELD ) US A MILE! Well, At least I got 10:54 today. Not bad. But still, for the actual.. mile, well, actually a mile and a half, I'm not so good. I mean, the harder I run, the more in pain I get. When I ran a few days ago, my P.E teacher saw me, and a few other people walk, and he had to tell us to keep running. I couldn't take it any longer! I felt like a slave.. that's how much I don't like P.E. I mean, my teacher is o.k, but the way he decides on things.. really hurts me. Today- after the mile? I had earaches. I felt like my ear drums would pop out of my ears, and a sharp pain in my lower left abdomen.. felt like someone was digging their nails into me. After my final lap, I felt like dropping to the ground. WHAM! Just like that. I didn't want to move anywhere. I just wanted to sit, and not move a cinch. But no choice. Well, What's all this complaining for? At home, I'm studying a TON. I'm reading, Math , SOcial studies textbook each day. I'm learning about Archaeology, the discovery of King Tut's Tomb in 1922. In math, teacher's going to give the class a very short lesson  on decimals, because we really have to master it. And I haven't mastered it yet. So it's pretty good practice, if you ask me. Highlights of the day( if you don't mind me copying you albert. I like this, it's a really brief thingy of your day):&lt;br /&gt;- School, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;- Progress reports, next friday.&lt;br /&gt;-Having a Magazine KIck off for school, and nuts and treats from Girl Scouts. For magazines: there are 900 titles to choose from, every price is lowered. So choose the mags you want!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106524147714412634?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106524147714412634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106524147714412634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106524147714412634' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106436118005970387</id><published>2003-09-23T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T16:53:00.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello... Things have been going well.. I'm really glad I got a perfect paper on my math quiz.. I'm glad to see that 'cause to me, it means I got all of it down.. And I'm ready for the next challenge. Well, this Quiz.. was worth around 38 points.. it had like 20 questions on it. But we're taking a really massive test that's worth 100 points.. I better get ready. But anyway, Things are going well.. I'm running  for ASB Secretary (All Student Body Secretary) . I pray that I am responsible for this job, therefore because ASB means.. the WHOLE school. This is all I have for you today.. But I have a question, is there anyone who can make my blogger have a background from a certain website? If anyone can, please IM me on AIM. I am on almost everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106436118005970387?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106436118005970387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106436118005970387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436118005970387' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106409790355026589</id><published>2003-09-20T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T15:45:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. I wish I could be older. And speaking of older, if God made a time machine for me, I'd really really thank him for making my wish come true.. but ahh, it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106409790355026589?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106409790355026589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106409790355026589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106409790355026589' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106384821054582256</id><published>2003-09-17T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T18:23:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.. Studying for Math Quiz now.. and then going to paint.. Now, I so so so so wish that I could be in 7th or 8th grade. You know why? It's 'cause.. being a bit older means a bit more.. freedom. And seriously, I haven't got the hang of switching classes yet. And P.E either! I can't run fast..... arghhhh.. And I was in such unbearable pain at home over the last few days.. WHY? The warm ups in P.E! =/ Well, like it or not, I'll have to do it until my sophomore year in high school... I hope I get A's. I mean, the reason why I get such bad times and everything is because my P.E teacher isn't really encouraging enough. And the teacher wears me out, and we do everything OUT SIDE. EVERYDAY. For the warm ups, we have to lay down on the ground. THE GROUND. The ground where people spit and chew gum and spit it out. Where people walk over with their icky stuff on their shoes. Too brutal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106384821054582256?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106384821054582256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106384821054582256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106384821054582256' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106333451782828457</id><published>2003-09-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T19:41:57.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man.. I totally flunked P.E. today. Well, not flunked, but I ran twice around the WHOLE basketball court and the WHOLE field TWICE.. in a row! And I heard that if you run under 10 minutes, you gain points, but if you run over 10 minutes, you lost points.. well, that happened to me today, but my P.E teacher said since this was the first week of P.E., I'd have a second chance next week. Anyway, I have to eat now.. I'll write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106333451782828457?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106333451782828457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106333451782828457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106333451782828457' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106325400251750370</id><published>2003-09-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T21:20:02.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was picture day at school.. I hope I turned out to be GOOD. Man! Am I glad to be in middle school! Well, there are little ups and downs and little disappointments. I like middle school because of my teachers, but P.E.. it's really really hard. I got sore after each time I did the warm ups. I made lots of new friends.. Let's just hope that we're stay together as a big big family. And more than half of my girl scout troop goes to my school!(By the way.. I go to BIS. I wanted to go to Taylor.. but no choice! That's where all my friends are going..( yeah,yeah.. I know, the ghetto school as some people call it..=T) I read some xangas/blogs just a few minutes ago(muahahahahaha...=P) and a few of them had the.. whatchamacallit.. the question/answer thingamajigger or something. I kinda want to do it myself.. it'll give me something to write in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Name? Evelyn Kim&lt;br /&gt;Birthday? October 9th&lt;br /&gt;School? BIS&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime? At the latest, 10:45&lt;br /&gt;Worries?Hopes?Goals? Ace my classes.. put in like.. 10 times da effort into class..&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ChildHood TV show: DBZ/ Dragonball.. Not sure how I got so into it!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite person.. Mommy, Daddy, and Oppa.. my family&lt;br /&gt;Favorite stuffie anymal: My Moosie.. he has a nose that looks kinda like a pouch, and Moosie actually has nostrils, so you can pick his nose! IcKky.. But I put bits of paper towel inside.. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite thing to do: Do art.. to express my creativity.. Sing.. if you want to hear me, feel free to ask me, I don't care... But understand that I most of the time freeze like an ice cube&lt;br /&gt;Screen name: TrUsT2Eve&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Disco Hippie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106325400251750370?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106325400251750370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106325400251750370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106325400251750370' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106315441529978092</id><published>2003-09-09T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T17:40:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the middle of studying now.. This will get me away from my Math Textbook.Can't you see that most of the time blogs can get you out of the studying world? It really comes in handy. But somehow, I really got into studying. My walk with God is going really good, too! It's just that I kind of feel that something isn't right.. But if I pray to God, I think that he'll take care of it. But anyway..&lt;br /&gt;     At last, my last year of Children's Ministry has come.. I don't really like being the oldest kid.. But as PJ said, I should enjoy it, because being the oldest one means leadership.. I'll do that wisely. And yeah, it's true that the younger ones follow our path.. So we should be a good role model to them. But seriously though, In my opinion, I just want to go to Youth Group. I do! I mean, It's fun because they have banquets and things.. and I've went to the youth group site yo... and I really really like that scene. And not only that, it's just I really don't feel too comfortable with the younger kids. Kids my grades are completely fine with me, it's just the older ones are more quiet and if I was in service with them, it'd make much more of a difference.. They aren't really goofy like the younger kids.. not the girls, but the boys. And I feel really comfortable around people my age and older... But anyway, I think I'm going to resume studying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106315441529978092?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106315441529978092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106315441529978092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106315441529978092' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106272201286061641</id><published>2003-09-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T17:33:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.. IT HAPPENED AGAIN. Okay, okay.. if I EVER EVER say that I'll try to update, don't believe me, because I don;t.. uh oh, BrB.. alright, I'm back again.. School's going good, and bad, but it's about 29% bad and 71% good. Wanna know why? Just to tell you, I have soo much trouble getting along with people. They think that I'm mean to them, but they're actually mean to me. (And by the way, I'm talking about school people, not church.) And they make up things and lie to me.. I don't like those kinds of people. I just wish that God would provide me with a friend, a friend who understands my feelings and what I'm going through.. A friend who I always can come to when I have problems. But it's okay. I can deal with it. And thank God I have nice teachers~! Except for P.E, because my P.E teacher is a guy, and he's a little strict, but that's okay... But I have to run EVERY DAY I go to P.E. EVERY DAY. And I run a mile and a quarter, too!  And I heard you even have to run it even if you're sick or are hurt, but you can walk. And the warm ups... I have to do Push-Ups and there's one warm up where I have to lie on the ground.. and put my hands on the back of my head like when people do sit ups, and I have to put my legs about three inches from the ground. When I did it today, I was shaking like CRAZY. I couldn't even breathe.. You know what that tells me? kinda unbearable.. so that's why I gotta work out. But anyway, I'm going to take off now, ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106272201286061641?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106272201286061641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106272201286061641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106272201286061641' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106157578577540585</id><published>2003-08-22T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T11:09:45.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oH WOOPS! THAT QUIZ IS ABOUT MeE!  I took a different quiz.. sowie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106157578577540585?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106157578577540585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106157578577540585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106157578577540585' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106157557055954639</id><published>2003-08-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T11:06:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://imchaos.net/f.php?i=3835533&amp;v=%n&amp;s=TrUsT2Eve" TARGET="_self"&gt;How well do you know me? Find out by taking my quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaHa.. Turns out I'm an AIM Whore! YeaH BaBy! tHe aIm wHoRe's iN dA hOuSe~!! LoL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106157557055954639?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106157557055954639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106157557055954639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106157557055954639' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106144273685912820</id><published>2003-08-20T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:12:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Day in the Life of Evelyn Kim..&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty steady day. I studied for about an hour.. I need more motivation! Ahh.. the Summer Bible Reading Competition will be over.. I'm in Luke though! And the rest others are ahead.. I better catch up. BUT I LOST THE PAPER! Well, it's good that my parents signed it, because if they didn't, it doesn't count.. MaNn~!! Ahh well. Anyway, I'm sorry for writing on such short notice.. I have to go now.. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106144273685912820?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106144273685912820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106144273685912820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106144273685912820' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106131174782551257</id><published>2003-08-19T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T09:49:07.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. it's.. the 19th already!! I start school next week! I can't believe summer's passing by so quickly. I'm starting Middle School, and My brother's off to college next year.. :( Ahh, but at least he's visiting! Anyway.. Things are going well. It's just that the weather is cloudy, and it makes me feel so gloomy. I guess you can say the day is a little.. juvenile.. or jurastic (however you spell it) or something. I HATE CLOUDY DAYS.!! Ahh well, I'll have to manage. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106131174782551257?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106131174782551257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106131174782551257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106131174782551257' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106097265864572720</id><published>2003-08-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T11:52:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mornin', everyone!I'm just chatting away right now.. while looking at Jack London and Erik Weihenmayer's book. Do you guys know Erik Weihenmayer? He was that blind guy who went to the topsy of the world.. you know- Mount Everest. This is probably not really true, But I think he came to a high school. He's an author! I have his book right now. Wow.. he's amazing. I think I'm going to start reading his book.&lt;br /&gt;     But anyway.. did you get your STAR tests results back? For those of you who took it? Man, it was pretty though. There was like 8th grade algebra in there! But ahh, it's okay.. I just took what we call an Educational Guess. I did pretty good.. But I hope I do even better next year. I'm not really worried to go onto middle school.. But when I go into High School, I can pretty much guarantee that I'll be as worried as ever.. I just have to explain things to the one and only person, or rather, spirit that'll help: God. I mean, what I am worried about is that I read these college books.. Just for the fun of it, and it said that all of your grades will be sent to colleges. But I know colleges don't expect a perfect record.. It's just very urgent for me to get at least a B average to get into a college that I want to go to. Right now, I'm kinda thinking about what college I want to go to, and working on how to get there. I know, (for those teachers out there) who think that it's too early for me to start thinking about it.. I just want to be.. prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106097265864572720?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106097265864572720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106097265864572720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106097265864572720' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-106080613302392769</id><published>2003-08-13T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T13:26:57.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey you guys.. Omg.. I haven't written for so long.. I'm sorry.. =( I'll try to update more often.. but usually I don't.. Since people say that I "update every 5 months" or that I "Never Update", sowie. But I'll try to update.. but usually, I post up a message usually when I'm kinda bored, not when I can find something to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. anyway.. I'm doing well.. Summer's going cool, too. Even though I am staying home most of the time, summer's been pretty relaxing. There were little up's and down's every now and then, but it turned out OK. I've decided to hang out.. like.. go shopping, to the movies.. to do it this month, just because I start school, and I want to have a fun time in my last summer as an elementary schooler.. And for those of you who have been waiting for me to come up to YG.. YAY!! I'm coming up next year!! So no need to worry. I look forward to Summer Retreat in 2004! I know I'll miss CM.. But at least I'm still at the same church.. And I probably will be! I'm too glad to come to KCPC ever since I was born.. because my parents came to KCPC in 1988.. Fascinating, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-106080613302392769?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106080613302392769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/106080613302392769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106080613302392769' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-94133152</id><published>2003-05-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T21:08:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry you guys.. I haven't blogged in a long time. Man.. 4 more weeks until the last day of school! And oh yeah, even more good news, on wednesday, I got a packet that announced that from the week of June 9th to June 13th, a.k.a. the last day of school, a lot of events are going to happen. Here's a bit of a synopsis of what's going to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, June 9th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, all the students in my grade at my school (and of course, me!) are going to BelMateo Bowl in San Mateo.. we're havin' a bowlin party!! YeAhHhH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... 10th.. nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 11th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moonball/kickball game... 5th graders vs. teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.. 12th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ and Swimmin party. You guys know how much I love swimming.. don't 'cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.. THE 13TH! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is where the real fun begins! Graduation, Party,  And other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. THis year is flyin' by really quickly.. 'tis no matter, though... because we still have a few more weeks left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-94133152?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/94133152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/94133152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94133152' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93836221</id><published>2003-05-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T18:40:45.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey you guys.. TODAY IS MY BROTHER'S B-DAY! For all of you youth groupers out there (including teachers) say happy b-day. Ever since yesterday , my muscles felt so achy... on my left arm and my thumb.. omg.. I cna't really type. but anyway, I'll cya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93836221?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93836221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93836221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93836221' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93723636</id><published>2003-05-03T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T16:29:43.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.. I wanted to tell you guys an error I made in one of my entries.. On the 4.30.03 entry, remember I said I colored "my spine"? Well, it's not literally "my spine".. It's just the spine of my book. That's why I called it "My spine." Anyway.. how you folks doin' out there?? I really really really AM EXCITED!! OMG OMGOMG! FIVE MORE WEEKS! Well, actually six, but starting tommorow, it's FIVEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93723636?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93723636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93723636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93723636' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93680901</id><published>2003-05-02T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:45:42.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey you guys.. I'm in the middle of studying math, but I just wanted to take a break to write. Anyway, seems like no one is answering my question. What question, you ask? Well, the question that I asked you guys to answer about whether I should Go out of my girl scout troop, stay, or move to another one.. Well, you don't have to answer my question, but the thing of it is, I just want to see what other people think I should do, and then I should decide what's good for me and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, about Math, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think math is pretty cool.. and.. scientific? I don't really know how to word it out. And you know for you guys, when you're in 11th or 12th grade, you know how you get mail from a bunch of different colleges to make you apply? Well, I always see some of the mail.. and they have.. not magazines, but they show pictures of students at that college working and being happy. That kind of persuades me to study so I could get into that college. I mean, I know I shouldn't think of college right this moment since I have to go to middle and high school, but the thing of it is.. I WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE! I DO I DO I DO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93680901?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93680901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93680901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93680901' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93633879</id><published>2003-05-01T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T20:43:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I took my test- I mean, my social studies quiz. It was pretty easy, only I had kind of a problem with one essay question.. man. I hope I get a good grade. Man! Can you believe that it's already may?!Only six weeks until school's over! And five more weeks until my spring concert.. OMG! I love the spring concert. So many things to look forward to.. I thank God for making the end of my 5th grade year extra fun! Isn't God the best?! I can't wait! My stomach hurts.. My tummy hurts when I am really excited.. anyway, gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93633879?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93633879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93633879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93633879' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93574881</id><published>2003-04-30T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T21:07:07.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm back from lunch- I mean, dinner. It was good. I had seaweed soup in which what us koreans call it Me-uk-gook. School is great. We are writing books, Not real books, but just books that have a hard cover. I am done illustrating my cover and coloring my spine. I am now onto the illustrations in the book, which is brilliant. I'm supposed to read my story to my parents- I think dad is the best person because mom is always busy. And ugh.. I have a quiz tommorow! It has been extended to tomorrow instead of today- which is good news. Wish me luck you guys! And oh yeah, about my last post about you guys putting a shoutout on your blog entry, I'm going to post up all the votes.. let's see.. how about next friday? Yeah, I guess. I'll post it up next friday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93574881?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93574881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93574881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93574881' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93573562</id><published>2003-04-30T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T20:42:05.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woops.. it's almost dinner time. I guess I'll write back after dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93573562?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93573562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93573562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93573562' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93511438</id><published>2003-04-29T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T21:29:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.. I kinda have a conflict which I will explain.. Please you guys, help me! Thanks! Ü Well, my conflict is mostly about Girl Scouts. I am in a girl scout troop.. And I like the events. But there is one thing that I really really hate- most of the girls that are in my troop. I mean, it's not that I don't have any friends. I have 4 friends.. out of 14 girls. and the 10 other girls are really mean. They tell secrets.. they say bad things about me.. they insult me. And one girl, named Jennifer(let's call her Jenny) has AOL. And one time, Jenny IMed me , she pretended to be some other girl in the troop (she pretended to be a girl named Rachel, when she was really Jenny. Rachel is my friend) and she also accused me of insulting her little sister. I did NOTHING to her little sister!! And now, since it's almost the end of the school year, it also means the end of the Girl Scouts(just for the summer). But the thing of it is.. Should I go out of the troop, or should I stay, or should I move to another troop? I mean, I wanted to be in Girl Scouts because it is fun. It's really great, besides the mean girls.. but then again, my dad explained to me that I was on the waiting list for about 2 years.. My parents worked really hard to get me into Girl Scouts. That's the reason why I should stay in the troop. But then again, I want to go OUT of the troop since it's so hard to make friends since the 10 girls are mean to me. No, it's more like 8. 2 girls don't do anything. That's the reason that I want to go OUT. &lt;br /&gt;    And also, I know some girls that are in the same grade as I am, and maybe I should move to their troop! I even have a classmate!&lt;br /&gt;    So you guys, what do you think? I'll be checking out your blogs(for all you KCPCers out there) and please tell me if you should think I should stay in the troop, move to another troop, or go out. Please write it either in your blog entry or a shout out. I'll be looking for words which are: Stay(which means stay in the troop) Move(move to another troop) and Go(don't do girl scouts anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;Post your answers in blog! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93511438?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93511438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93511438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93511438' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93445386</id><published>2003-04-28T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T21:28:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!! I know how to change my background!! Ooh, uh-huh uh-huh I like it! Uh huh uh huh! But anyway.. I'm studying right now. This isn't really a good time to bust-a-move. Do you want to know why? Because! I'm studying for my Social Studies test. augh! I hate this subject.. O well. I hope i do good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jomo- Here's your shout-out! You asked for it! hehehe. Where did u get the name Jomo from?&lt;br /&gt;Carolina: Sleepover.. Here's everything I need to explain: Either you do the sleepover in the summer, and she comes back, or she does it in May. But the thing of it is, It's better for Sylvia to do it and for you to come because her flying over here just for a sleepover? I mean, is it really worth all that trouble? I kinda feel guilty to make her fly here. But the fact that all of us girls want her to come.. Discuss this with her Next Sunday, will ya? thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93445386?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93445386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93445386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93445386' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-93371334</id><published>2003-04-27T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T18:55:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! I haven't blogged in such a long time. A MONTH! I don't know why I don't do it... It's just my body's way of reacting to this. I'll try to update every few days or so. But anyway.. augh! I caught a cold. A bad bad cold. This is my 3rd cold that I caught this year, and I hope I don't catch anymore. I haven't eaten medicine yet.. but I will. My only serious concern is if I don't eat medicine for my colds, would my immune system wear out?! PLEASE! ANSWER THIS QUESTION! Post it in your xanga or blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-93371334?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93371334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/93371334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93371334' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-91455813</id><published>2003-03-26T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T19:49:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha... I forgot to blog about awana olympics..&lt;br /&gt; IT WAS GREAT! IT WAS THRILLING! I enjoyed every second of it. And while I was in the truck that drove all us kids to Cal State Hayward.. I had the chance to see more of God's creation.. even though I saw it quite so many times. And I liked the view especially when we were crossing the bay bridge.. The sun was shining.. and I kept looking into the water.. It was bright because of the reflection from the sun.. I liked it! I liked it very much. But anyway, I gotta go.. but uh.. by the way.. us girls won 3rd place at the olympics and boys won 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-91455813?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/91455813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/91455813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91455813' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-91316459</id><published>2003-03-24T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T17:56:08.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. I haven't blogged for a month.. Actually, I blog every month! (Right, you guys? Am I right? HUH? HUH? HUH?!!) Well.. anyways.. things are going well. But.. eh.. at school.. it's kinda.. blah.. I'm having some conflicts at school dealing with friends. I can't get along sometimes. But good news.. bOoK FaIr~! i'VE fOuNd ThisSSS rE4lly GoOd b00k th4t I f1nd 1nteresting. It's so good.. but it's expensive. It's uh.. 24.95, i thinK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-91316459?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/91316459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/91316459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91316459' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-89933669</id><published>2003-02-28T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T18:17:12.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooof.. I haven't blogged for a month! And as Teacher Carolina would say to me, I blog every 5 months. It's true.. It seems like it was 5 months.. I have good news and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Good News= I got a 100% on my math pop quiz! Man.. from a 75%.. to an 86%.. then to a 95%.. then oh yes.. to 100!! But it's kinda.. BLAH. sometimes I get worse, then better, then worse. then better.. and so on and so on. I took my social studies test today. It was so EASY. I hope I get a 100% on it. Math was kinda.. eh.. average.. I'm into fractions.. I HATE FRACTIONS! I like the stuff I'm good at, but the stuff I'm bad at, I HATE. AND OMG.. TOMMOROW~ THE LAST PRACTICE.. AND NEXT WEEK~ IS AWANA OLYMPICS! Wish me luck you guys. I want to do good. Ohh yeah Baby.. I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-89933669?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/89933669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/89933669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89933669' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-87931757</id><published>2003-01-23T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T18:10:49.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Science Project decided.Question: What kind of detergent erases stains the best?.. anyway.. i got it all decided.. now all I have to worry about is my grade... I am so busy.. Science Project to do. .Girl Scout cookies to sell.. Practicing Piano and Flute which is recommended...anyway, cya. Ginger's on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-87931757?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/87931757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/87931757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87931757' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-87197798</id><published>2003-01-09T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T19:00:18.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OoH.. Time is DEFINETLY flying by this time.. It's time for me to decide stuff for my Science project... We have to follow the Scientific Method. I dunno.. What should my question be? Why do we get an electric shock? Why can't we tickle ourselves? Man.. I have TWO WEEKS to decide. TWO WEEKS! I gotta think of something.. any ideas? e-mail me at TrUsT2Eve@yahoo.com, or IM me on AIM.. (if u have AOL/AIM) my sn is Eve2believemore.. anyway. gotta run. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-87197798?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/87197798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/87197798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87197798' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-86935153</id><published>2003-01-04T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T14:09:27.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wsup y'all! Once again... THE FLUTE BOOK IS NOWHERE IN SIGHT!!! Why can't I find it? I prayed to God.. and I asked him to make me find it.. but I didn't.. I remember after when I came back from the concert I.. thrust it somewhere in my mom's room.. but then again.. I looked in my mom's room for it.. BUT IT'S NOT THERE!! Where could it be~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests: My grandpa... :-'( is in the hospital.. He has diabetes.. please.. pray for him.. pray that he gets better. I know my grandpa is a health grandpa.. because he's 83.. he lived for a long time. THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-86935153?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86935153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86935153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86935153' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-86929356</id><published>2003-01-04T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T11:02:29.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys.. Augh! I cannot believe that our break is finally over~ time flies by quickly, don't you think? Since I  play the flute at school, I lost my flute book.. It is nowhere in sight.. And now, when my music teacher finds out that I lost my book, she wouldn't accept my exception. I just wish people would accept excuses for stuff. But I bet not. Being in the 5th grade is horrible unless you are responsible, sensible, and get all A's since elementary school like my goody-goody brother. He thinks I am irresponsible, and I think he is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-86929356?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86929356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86929356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86929356' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-86837817</id><published>2003-01-02T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T10:43:53.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woops. at the movies part.. check out the movies at &lt;a href="http://www.brainpop.com"&gt;www.brainpop.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-86837817?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86837817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86837817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86837817' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-86837785</id><published>2003-01-02T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T10:43:11.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wAsSSUp~!! It's fInAllY 2003... Dang!! I should find more productive things to do during my break.. because I'm not spending my break wisely.. but I should! All I do is Draw.. T.V.. go online..  paint... and original stuffs. I didn't go to saebae yesterday because my brother was sick.. Pray for him! It seems like he's coughing like every 25 minutes.. He has the cold/flu. A combination, I think, because he coughs and he says he has the flu.. we'll call cold/flu.. uhm.. collu? no.. coldflu? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I always watch movies on &lt;a href="http://www.brainpop.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's not exactly Movies, like.. The princess Diaries, but they are movies.. at brainpop.com they split all their animated movies to 5 categories, Health, Science, Technology, English, and Math. There is also a category called "Special Movies" but that doesn't really count. Check it out! Me and Albert consider this "useful stuff". &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-86837785?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86837785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86837785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86837785' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-86805302</id><published>2003-01-01T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T17:10:35.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged over a month again.. Man! I gotta learn from my mistakes.. it's all because I sent my buddy list to a classmate of mine.. and all the people that are on MY list are on HER list.. and now she is messing with them! So what I did was that I deleted all my buddies on my buddy list on TrusT2eVE.. and added them to my new sn... eve2believemore. so you guys.. talk to me on that sn, k? And block the two sns.. ixiixicheekcheek and cooldiagirl. PLEASE BLOCK THEM! because I can't have all 140 people on my list IM me at the same time and tell me that my friend was talking to me.. please block them.. thanks. Lately I have been thinking about what I have done.. and wham! I start to get all mad. I feel like pulling my hair and screaming, but I would dare not do that. IT DRIVES ME NUTS!!! And now, my classmate said, "don't talk to me. Or else I will tell bad things about you to Jane." Jane is my classmate too, and she'S also mean to me. Whenever I start up a conversation with her, WHAM! she starts getting all mean. It's not fair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-86805302?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86805302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/86805302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86805302' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-84800865</id><published>2002-11-19T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T21:25:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OmG.. so I haven't blogged over a month. So what? I hope people see this. Man! Time really flies by quickly. It's already November... My school winter concert is totally around the corner! And so is Colonial Day....... and we have a long way to go for stuff.. like 5th graders against teachers kickball.. (OhHh YeaH bABy~!) and most of all~ GRADUATION~~!!!! Man.. I wonder what middle school is like.. I think middle school is for kangaroos, chimpanzees, monkeys, and orangutans.. because they like to travel to one place to another alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a meteor shower yesterday.. at 2.. I was about to watch it.. I went outside with my brother to see it.. but I couldn't! JUst one shooting star was the only thing in our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Random Opinion: Do u think i'll look good in pigtails? I'll go to church in pigtails on sunday!!!!! I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL SLEEPOVER!!!! These are all my hot stories tonite.... so.. i gotta go.... LaTeRrR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-84800865?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/84800865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/84800865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84800865' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-83537552</id><published>2002-10-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T20:07:21.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Augh~! I am sick.. I got a cold.. I got back from Outdoor Education 8 hours ago.. which was at 12:30.. omg.. In La Honda, it is SOOO cold~! It's definetly the country side over there.I got so cold.. It was great~!! but cold.... the people in my cabin (in other words..the people I sleep with IN the cabin) were so mean.. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO MEAN TO ME?? ArghHHH! I hate those kids  who are so mean to me... I get easily frusterated and cry at the most tiniest things.. I also laugh. I went on HIKES everyday~!! I got so dirty.. oh yeah, and I saw these trees called "Big Red" and "Dead Fred".. do u guys know those trees? Those trees are the tallest trees in the forest~! I took pictures so i can show you later.&lt;br /&gt;        And when I went to the beach, I saw this tree called the "Udorium" tree (say: you-door-ree-um).. It had a bunch of branches.. when I saw the Udorium tree with other people, we sat on the Udorium tree and our naturalist told us the story about the Udorium tree. My naturalist also told me the story of Big red and Dead Fred, too.. anyway, gotta go.. gotta take care of myself from my cold. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-83537552?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/83537552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/83537552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83537552' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-83224597</id><published>2002-10-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T13:48:36.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OoFfffff.... Now that I think of it, I think I am beginning to like Michelle Branch and her music..... You're everywhere to me... when I open my eyes it's you I see.. everything I know that makes me believe.. I'm not alone..... I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. OOFf... 2 MORE DAYS MAN.. 2 MORE DAYS until OUTDOOR EDUCATION~!!!!!! I heard people from BHS and Mills are coming as counselors to La Honda.. which is the location of Outdoor Education, near the Santa Cruz mountains.. are any of you who go to those schools coming? I HOPE SO~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gary, monica, tiffanie, esther Jo, and all the other people out there who go to Mills or BHS-&lt;/b&gt; are you guys coming with me to outdoooor ed? I heard...... oh, and gary... Miss Maccan is GONE.. GONE! SHE'S HISTORY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-83224597?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/83224597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/83224597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83224597' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-82890275</id><published>2002-10-12T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T10:48:49.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man..... I didn't  update my blog much..... Anyway.. OMGOMG.. I'm finally 10~!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYY! but anyway, man. I should update my blog more, but I know that I have more productive things to do.. But anyway... school is.. I don't know........  And I have this big secret but I won't tell anyone.. unless I can trust them, or maybe I can choose people to trust because boys can spread rumors about it. And then the whole wide world is going to know! I don't  think I should tell my parents either.. they told me that they LOVE to gossip... (not to be mean or anything!) So that's why I won't tell my parents.. I know I can trust them.. but I don't! Aw.. I don't know.I bet I am going to be so humiliated when people know about it... Augh.. I should be more sophisticated to know what to do in times like these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-82890275?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/82890275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/82890275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82890275' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-82241952</id><published>2002-09-28T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T11:32:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome back Evelyn.. did you have a nice breakfast? Yes I did! I'm back.. anyway.. man! it's been so long- maybe too long.. it seems like people don't even update their blogs lately! But anyway... Outdoor Education is coming nearby! I'm going to Outdoor Ed. on October 21st to the 25th.. I heard there are racoons.. bears.... banana slugs and insects..(yuck!) I heard you have to kiss a banana slug-well, you don't HAVE TO, but if you want to join the club, ya have to.. Yuck! I'm not going to do that..I'm going to La Honda.. which is the city where Outdoor Ed. is located, which is near the Santa Cruz Mountains...But still, I know I'm going to have fun! Anyway, school is great too these days.. My teacher rules!! But anyway.. since I'm on the way to 6th grade.. I wonder how it's like.. All I know is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You have lockers there.. you go to class, then locker, class then locker, and then so on.. and during locker time, you can talk to your friends and all that other stuff and you have 5 minutes for locker time and-and-and-nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;-You pick your classes!! Oh yeah.. this is going to be fun, huh? anyway, I gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie- Call me... ASAP.. 9/30 @ 7PM sharp if possible..i have too much to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-82241952?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/82241952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/82241952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82241952' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-82240656</id><published>2002-09-28T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T10:49:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!! Cold weather.. omg.. my feet are freezing to death, but im wearing my robe and I'm going to wear my fuzzy slippers. Bring it on! anyway, gotta go.. argh.. breakfast time.. mom gets grouchy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-82240656?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/82240656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/82240656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82240656' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-81754393</id><published>2002-09-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T20:09:57.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Sorry I haven't updated my blog in awhile.. school is cool! I love my new teacher my class... 5TH GRADE RULES! I can't wait until outdoor ed..... swimming at mills high school a few days before June 13th, the last day of school.. omg.. I CAN'T WAIT! and most of all.. GRADUATION!!! Now im in middle school.. oohh yeah baby.. couldn't wait for this moment... (it has come so fast!)&lt;br /&gt;man.. but anyway, too much homework........ ugh.. and I have quizzes.. I hope i get an a on my vocabulary one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-81754393?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/81754393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/81754393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81754393' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-80628219</id><published>2002-08-23T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T13:36:31.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello~!!! 4 days since i blogged, i repeat, 4 DAYS~! but anyway, right now, i'm eating mashed potty toes with gravy(you know what i mean by potty toes, right?) I have nothing to talk about.. nothing INTERESTING. SheeeEEEsH! But anyway~ The sleepover on August 16th was great!I met another Evelyn...... Evelyn YAO, somebody who was chinese and was Teacher Esther's roomate(Teacher Esther is someone in YAG, remember, you guys? even though you don't know her....).... The house is a christian House, which means that only christians live there.. i saw that it's a 3-story house. My goodnesS! It's like a big apartment with a lot of rooms............ and one HUGE kitchen...... wow. and my room...... sorry if i talked about too much, but GIMME one more chance! Okay.. I wish i could be in college.. so I could set up my room ANYWAY i wanted, and I would have my own phone...lol.... and so I talked to teacher Esther about this.... and she said even though I wanted to be in college that much, God had better plans for me.... She also said that even though I can't hear God saying, "Evelyn............." I could feel it in my heart..... But before I knew that the bible was God's way of talking, i thought that I would hear him talking in my heart(mind). But sometimes, when I want God talking to me, I think that God's talking to me in my heart when he's really NOT talking to me.. i gotta cook Edward(also known as "dorkhead") some food... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-80628219?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80628219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80628219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80628219' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-80453974</id><published>2002-08-19T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T18:26:13.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. it's so cold today~! My feet are freezing to death.. but anyway.. goodness! This summer flew by so quickly.. it's time for school now.. aww man! but at least im graduating next year.. and in 6th or 7th grade, i probably can let people come to my house and play. because i get to walk home! Even though this may sound dumb.. i still want to tell you what i want to say.. If you guys know the show "As told By Ginger" on Nickolodeon, I like that show! That show is mostly about Ginger.. and her friends talking on the phone.... coming over to each other's houses.. i wish I would do that, even though it was made up, and the whole show was drawn.. but do you think what I want would come true? I mean sure, the show is drawn, but I think it would come true.. at least i'll try to make it.. and about my room... for those of you who came to my house.. don't you guys think my room looks pretty ugly? I sure do. I want to fix my room somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-80453974?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80453974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80453974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80453974' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-80286089</id><published>2002-08-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T11:46:52.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness.... what a great weekend.... tommorow, I go to a sleepover...  Teacher Esther Yoon's sleepover.. do u guys know her? I think she's in YAG. This is my very first time for going to a 2 day sleepover.. MAN! we're going to the exploratorium... Watch a movie....... go to the Palace of Fine Arts........... sigh.... I guess, i should be packing NOW, but im gonna pack up later, probably tommorow. According to the past 4 blogs.... these are the problems I'm having in my life I repeat, in MY life right now. People are bullying me... being mean.. and most of all... my &lt;i&gt;sleeping problem.&lt;/i&gt; That was what my last blog entry was all about..... David So picking on me. And the last last time I went to Tiffanie's house, David and April were there, and David slapped me on the cheek... and hit me with my socks and stuff. And about my sleeping problem, yesterday, me and my brother made a decision to sleep in the living room together, but I woke up at 3:00 in the morning... i think my brother was still up, and my brother said that he didn't want to sleep in the living room because he would get bit by a bunch of mosquitos. No kidding. And I was scared... I was like.. fine then! I'll go sleep in my room. Then, I changed my mind.. then I asked my brother if I could sleep on the floor in his room.. he said... Sure. but before all this, my brother asked why I was scared... I said nothing, but that doesn't mean im NOT scared. I'm scared of all these anti-terrorist stuff. You know what I mean, right? I'm assuming, if 9/11 didn't happen, then i wouldn't have the sleeping problem, but i don't think that's the reason, because I had the sleeping problem since 2ND grade, and that was before that terrorist attack. And btw, I heard they're gonna rebuild the World Trade Centers. But all in all, that's what I'm scared of. I know God's with me and all, but I can't touch or feel, or see him! I don't have the sleeping problem if I sleep with someone.. You guys might think that I wouldn't have the sleeping problem if God sleeps with me, because God is with me at all times, but that's not what I mean. You see, God is someone that we DO/CANNOT see, hear, or touch. I don't, I repeat, I DO NOT have the sleeping problem if I sleep with someone(i mean with someone I can see, touch, and hear.. for example, like you.) It's all about mentality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-80286089?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80286089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80286089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80286089' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-80285369</id><published>2002-08-15T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T11:26:19.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh..... and my last blog............ nevermind about that.... this "Certain girl" has changed... well, i guess, but i suppose that she's nice, then mean, then nice, then mean, and so on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-80285369?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80285369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80285369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80285369' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-80163671</id><published>2002-08-12T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T18:32:02.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog (once again) is dedicated to a certain girl..(5th grade, going to 6th) What I have to say to this girl is: That is it! Our friendship is OVER. Hang out with Chris,David,Jenny,and Eunice, all you want... you used to hang out with me alot, and not anymore! It's like you talked to me for 72 hours.. and then, BAM! you don't talk to me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve (6:15:15 PM): and fine then! if u wanna hang out with jenny, chris and david all the time and not with me, do that! It's not fair that you want your new life but not your old. just because you want ur new life doesn't mean that you don't have to hang out with me anymore&lt;br /&gt;ShOrTyOrTy20 signed off at 6:15:27 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. im talking to two guys: Chris Kim(David So's friend) and i was talking to april.. these three piss me OFF!!rollingthunderds (6:23:37 PM): he really was&lt;br /&gt;rollingthunderds (6:23:49 PM): so yo mamma&lt;br /&gt;rollingthunderds (6:24:01 PM): he wasa&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve (6:24:06 PM): mhm..&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve (6:24:09 PM): who cares?&lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve (6:24:14 PM): im never lending you money &lt;br /&gt;TrUsT2Eve (6:24:17 PM): that's so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, im crying...... i told you no one likes me, and you guys CANNOT.. i repeat, CANNOT prove me wrong! David also said to me that if I blocked him, his friend, or April, then I would owe him 5 dollars.. this is what it's all about.... he calls me 4  eyed all the time......... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Cheer me up by calling me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-80163671?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80163671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/80163671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80163671' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79785433</id><published>2002-08-03T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T15:26:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night was the WORST night ever..(This will/can be funny, because when I told this to my family, they laughed.) I stayed up until like 12:05.. When I went to sleep, my dad told me a REALLY long story. I like the times when my parents read me bedtime stories.. but this, was a long one...(You guys know I have a sleeping problem which causes me to wake up in the middle of the  night, right?)  I think this was mostly about a girl who eats a poison apple and then dies.. But when I was asleep, my dad whispered my name.. "evelyn...... evelyn" I didn't answer.. but I was faking though, so my dad would go, and I could read! But since I didn't answer, he just went away.. then, since he was gone.. I turned on the light, and closed my door, and read a book. I began to feel hotter and hotter in my bed! And my hands were getting tired because I had to hold my book UP. And my dad came in my room... I woke up?(on purpose) and told him to leave my light on.. then, I was trying to sleep.. when my dad came in AGAIN.. he turned off the light and looked at me.. then he went away..then, I tried and tried my hardest to go to sleep, but I couldn't.. this lasted until it was 12:35.. I could hear my mom or/and dad snore.No kidding. So I closed my door and turned on my light once again! then I read.. I stayed up until like 6.. I wasn't tired one bit at 9, but i was sort of tired at 8.. see you guys, i NEVER get a lot of sleep. well, I guess I slept a little between 12:35 and 6:00. but it was just a second.. or even a minute. then my dad came in my room for the third time... I now gave up. I asked my dad if he can sleep with me until morning... he accepted my request.. And so it was all over now. Ya know, usually, when I go to sleep at 10:00,(which is better than sleeping at the same time my family sleeps because I can't go to sleep) I just wake up 2 hours later.. then I turn on my light, close my door, and read. I get SOOO hot in my bed.. I wanted to sleep ON my bed, but no, i didn't, because I was scared.. (goodness, if 9/11 didn't happen, then I wouldn't have the sleeping problem! but now I do.) It was like I could hardly move since it was 99 degrees in my bed.. it felt like every single bone in my body was busted. See? These are the kind of nights i ALWAYS have. I've been having this sleeping problem since 2nd grade. And now im going to the 5th grade. I can't take it anymore! But the sleeping problem DOES NOT i repeat, DOES NOT happen when I SLEEP WITH SOMEONE. It's all about what's going through my mind... and people who think little ladies like me who should get 9 hours of sleep~ I MAY NOT need that much sleep! Last night I stayed up for 6 hours reading in my 99 degree bed. And no, i wasn't tired one bit during those 6 hours, and I'm not one bit tired NOW. No kidding.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79785433?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79785433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79785433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79785433' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79718396</id><published>2002-08-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T20:52:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MaN~ this summer............ is flying by SOO quickly.. it's ALREADY august! Argh.. i've been having an awafully bad summer. It seems like everyone hates me... This blog entry is dedicated to a certain girl who is going to the 6th grade I hope you know who you are. Well, anyway, this girl that I just mentioned about.. used to stick with me, which means we were best friends....But because of this BIG, ENORMOUS conflict that happened.. we're not best friends anymore, and this girl is sticking to another person. It's like she switched best friends.. that's why im about to cry right now...WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! And right when THIS happened.. I thought that April didn't like me. We used to have soo much fun together.. all those sleepovers that we had.. nOw our friendship has changed soo much... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79718396?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79718396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79718396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79718396' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79496488</id><published>2002-07-27T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T10:44:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MaN! it was about time my posts showed up.. all those ARGHHs and grrs I typed meant that my posts have not been showing up. Anyway.. Today I went for a little swim for 2 hours... I was SO tired.. i felt like falling onto the ground but it was okay.. My mom went to Korea to do some errands.. and I heard she's sick.. she's coming on Tuesday, July 30th.. and tommorow's her b-day! How can I celebrate it without my mom here? O well. Anyway.. Jeez.. This summer is flying by really quickly. it ALWAYS feels like I have ended school like an hour ago.. I just always wasted my time staying home.. and watching T.V and going on the computer. But ya know, fourth grade(I'm going to the fifth grade) wasn't the way I wanted it to be. It's because, First, I got worse grades in 4th grade than 3rd grade.. and second, whenever it's the last day of school, we have this event called Field Day, when classes gather together to play games together.. In 3rd grade, everyone was co-operating and listening to the rules. But this year.. no one was listening(but i guess I was.. not to brag.. I didn't get shouted at..)to the rules.. and my class had to get shouted at. And there were a LOT of dumb people in our class.. well, dumb isn't the word.. I guess I think they're troublemakers.. they're despicable.. HELLO? DESPICABLE IS THE WORD HERE~!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79496488?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79496488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79496488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79496488' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79456491</id><published>2002-07-26T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T16:09:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAN~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is getting ridiculous~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79456491?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79456491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79456491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79456491' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79312321</id><published>2002-07-23T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T11:54:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAARGHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79312321?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79312321' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79312214</id><published>2002-07-23T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T11:51:55.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79312214?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79312214' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79312171</id><published>2002-07-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T11:50:34.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude, my entries haven't been showing UP~! Err.Er. Testing.Testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79312171?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79312171' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79312126</id><published>2002-07-23T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T11:49:31.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Err.Er..Testing.Testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79312126?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79312126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79312126' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-79004874</id><published>2002-07-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T21:39:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Err.Err.Testing.Testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-79004874?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79004874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/79004874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79004874' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78954862</id><published>2002-07-14T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T19:22:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghh.. I had an awfully bad weekend.. it's because of 3 girls.. even though this blog entry cannot be wise, I just will need to talk about what happened.And besides, I am DEFINETLY frusterated and mad, and it seems like my feelings are &lt;i&gt;deeply &lt;/i&gt;hurt.. anyway, during the weekend, I had a great time hanging out with the teachers.. I sang loud when we did praise.. I liked praising.. but there was one problem I had with: Victoria, April, and Jenny. Ok, during VBS, when everyone was in bed, Angelica started singing(the tune of Are you sleeping, are you sleeping), "Are you happy, are you happy," and april says, "You are g**, you are g**,  and I say that the G word that she said was a swear word.. and Jenny had to join in this conversation saying, "G** is not a swear word! and then Jenny started telling a secret to april... I am assuming it's about me. Then bright and early in the morning, I talked to Victoria about the secret Jenny told, and Victoria said that it was about a suprise that was going to happen when everyone was swimming.. So when we swam, I forgot all about the little suprise, but after we swam, I realized that the suprise didn't happen. So I came to Victoria once again, and told her that the suprise didn't happen.. and she told me that she said to april and jenny to forget about the suprise, and she said that she was looking for me. But at VBS, I didn't see Victoria behind my back AT ALL. And I didn't believe her, and I won't believe her NOW either. I think she was lying to me the whole time! And I cannot trust her anymore. So that's why I'm about to cry.. Jenny is some person who always had to be mean by telling secrets about me.. And april swears... and Victoria is one girl I cannot trust.*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78954862?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78954862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78954862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78954862' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78925784</id><published>2002-07-13T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T22:12:21.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahahahahaha im busy farting and blogging right now.. anyway, man, summer is flying by SOOO fast.. it seems like I just ended school last thursday... lol... I haven't blogged in a long time because i ruined the comp on accident.. How? Well, it's pretty much sort of like a long story.. but i'll tell it to you anyway. Ok, so, on monday, I was going on AIM on my BROTHER'S computer. and the computer froze... y'all know that you're supposed to press Ctrl, ALT, and delete when your comp freezes, right? Well I pressed CTRL, ALT and delete.. but nothing happened! So I kept pressing it... and I pressed Ctrl, ALt and Delete like 4 times. That's when the comp restarted... and my brother's comp got REALLY messy. the background changed into different colors, the desktop was HUGE.. and I tried to make the desktop the size I wanted it to be, but I couldn't.. this is when I needed help.. so I called teacher hong and talked to him about it.. and he told me to re-install the video card drive. So I was like Ok.. so I wrote a letter to my brother, Eda, as in Edward, saying that he needs to re-install the computer. So I did... and during VBS, during craft time, I was praying to God asking him if I could keep my mind off the computer, and to make the computer work again....  and I also said that I wouldn't worry about the computer because in the bible, in Philipians 4:7, somewhere there, it says: &lt;i&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but by prayer or petition...&lt;/i&gt; so God answered my prayer! The Lord is one great God who answers all of our prayers... THANKS~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78925784?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78925784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78925784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78925784' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78628307</id><published>2002-07-06T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T15:11:24.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing to say.......... I was about to type a game.. but i deleted it.. It would be dumb to tell someone a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78628307?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78628307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78628307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78628307' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78571255</id><published>2002-07-04T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T19:58:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Guys! Just wanted to say Happy Independence Day~ I hope u guys all had a nice day! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had a few "God/Missions" Questions FOR SOMEONE TO ANSWER... Type ur answer in your blog.. im gonna check all the blogs I know! Anyway, These days, I feel like missions/bringing someone to church is a priority.. Going to missions or taking a non-christian person to church means that they will need to learn about the word of God. I think Mrs. So(David So's mom) or Albert (A leader of the Secondary [2nd elementary (Children's ministry) ] asked everyone to bring a non-christian friend....... I feel like going to missions/ briinging a non-christian person to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;Questions to answer&lt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is going to missions or bringing a non-christian person to church a priority?&lt;br /&gt;2. WHY do we have to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78571255?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78571255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78571255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78571255' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78522081</id><published>2002-07-03T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T13:36:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is all for you blog reader~!! Hope u enjoy this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://hometown.aol.com/rakrox89/images/wonton.gif" alt="I am Wonton Soup!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=hehe"&gt;What Kind of Chinese Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt; test!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Animal/bat.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;What fuzzy creature are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribolum.com/tests/marvellove"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribolum.com/tests/marvellove/rogue.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Game/Princessquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net/" target="new"&gt;Find out what anime character cliche  you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/ydoc/" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78522081?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78522081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78522081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78522081' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78521643</id><published>2002-07-03T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T13:24:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghh.. I had an awfully bad day. It all started out when I was studying. I was opening a book called  Math Steps, and then my brother was asking me to bring that book over to him.. He turned to a page where u had to round numbers.. then he started telling me the problems and told me to say the answer.. I couldn't answer some of the problems.. I mean, I LEARNED TO ROUND NUMBERS IN 2ND GRADE! I should know how to round numbers.. but sometimes I can't. Anyway, after all that, I  started to tell myself that I was dumb. I wasn't book smart at all. And my brother is smart! He got good grades... I saw ALL  of his report cards. He got all A's.. but I get A's and B's.. for this year, I got 4 B's and 7 A's.. aughh~! that's not good. My brother and my mom had to go somewhere, so I said O.K and I kept studying in my room.. but then, I thought that my brother would stay where he went, and my mom was going to go to work.. so I went on AIM.. Then I just heard the door open which meant that My mom and my brother had come home. And my brother found out that I was online and he asked me if I went online. I said yes, but I also said that I just came on. and he thought that I was lying.. Hmmph. I mean, HOW could HE know? He was GONE~!!!!!!!!! then I went to my room, and started to cry.. while crying, I told myself that I was seriously was dumb.. I am not smart at all... and one other thing I do, is that I spill things all over the carpet.. I bet I am a sister who is careless, and a sister who is dumb. I feel like no one likes me or no one wants to be my friend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78521643?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78521643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78521643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78521643' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78434367</id><published>2002-07-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T14:33:23.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man OH man.. It's already July~!!! Dude.. I feel like no one is looking at my blog.. I'm watching Powerpuff girls now... I wanna watch The PowerPuff Girls... THIS IS AN EXCITING EPISODE~! ^.^ Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78434367?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78434367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78434367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78434367' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78425598</id><published>2002-07-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T10:54:50.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghh.. I was soo stressed out yesterday.. because Me and David had a little misunderstanding. Ok, here's what happened: David said that he'll tell his friend (named Chris, as in Christopher) who I liked, although I didn't like anyone.. and since that happened I was trying to let him get away from his friend, and right after I pushed him, he started to scratch me and break the fingers on my left hand, which means he was pulling my fingers really hard.. and that's when I started to cry.. and when I was crying, I started to hiccup.. not cause I ate too much of something during church, but because I was stressed out. You guys should know that I can always get offended by jokes and little lies.. but if u don't, I'm telling you now, that my feelings can easily get hurt.. and I can lose my temper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is Eda (Eda is my brother, his REAL name is Edward.. y'all know that, don't you?). Sometimes, he can be mean by twisting my arms or fingers. Like one time, I was right next to Eda while he was on AOL.. and I wasn't looking at his stuff on AOL..(just to tell you, Eda doesn't like anyone looking at the computer screen while he is online chatting...) But I told him that I wanted to get on, but he said that if I went to the couch, he would sign off.. but I said to him that I wouldn't look. And he said NO NO NO! and this kept going on and on and on, until I said, " IT'S NOT THAT DIFFICULT TO SIGN OFF OF AOL WHILE I AM NOT LOOKING!" and he said "IT'S NOT DIFFICULT TO GO TO THE COUCH!" And this went on and on and on, until I was about to cry (I'm such a crybaby!!) and I called my umma and tattletaled on him. I feel like everyone hates me. No one is on my side.. sometimes, my parents can be really mean. That's another thing.. and No one is there for me to talk to WHEN I NEED HELP~! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78425598?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78425598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78425598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78425598' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78320320</id><published>2002-06-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-28T10:48:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bonus Round: Next Tough Question that can be raised. If God has already forgave you of all your sins in Christ, why do we still repent, confess our sins, and ask forgiveness? Isn't asking for forgivensss for Christians a bit meaningless? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I dunno the answer to this one, but I'll take a guess... I think that we're still supposed to repent, confess our sins, and ask for forgiveness because WE ARE SINNERS.... Like I said, God is perfect and holy, but we.... are NOTHING.. My second guess is that even though we're forgiven because of our sins, maybe we always sin, and so that's why we still need to to repent, confess our sins, and ask for forgiveness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78320320?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78320320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78320320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78320320' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78246578</id><published>2002-06-26T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T17:33:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;                       .+.+.+.+2002 FIFA World Cup.+.+.+.+.+&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;i&gt;Korea Japan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Korea Lost..... there are no more smiles on the (people from korea) people's faces.... but! Korea is gonna have another match against Turkey on Sunday.. Even though Korea's out, we gotta see who's 1st,2nd,3rd, or 4th place in the World Cup Final... Ok, I'll explain everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday:         Brazil vs. Turkey. Brazil Won, Turkey Lost. A few days ago: Germany vs. South Korea..  Germany won, South Korea Lost....    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's : Brazil vs. Germany, since they both won on their last match,  and Korea vs. Turkey, since they both lost in the next match...  And since Brazil and Germany won, they can be 1st on 2nd place. But for us and Turkey, both Korea and Turkey can be 3rd or 4th place..            If we lose and Turkey wins, Turkey gets to be 3rd place and we get to be fourth.  If WE win and Turkey loses, we get to be 3rd, then Turkey gets to be fourth. If Germany wins, and Brazil loses, then Germany gets to be First place, and Brazil gets to be 2nd... If Brazil wins, and Germany loses, then it's reverse. Brazil gets to be 1st and Germany gets to be 2nd.. I DOUBT that Germany will win... Brazil is probably the #1 team in this World Cup.. at least that's what my mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78246578?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78246578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78246578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78246578' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78155698</id><published>2002-06-24T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T17:45:58.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, since Teacher Roy(Some teacher who teaches the uhh.. 2nd grade guys in children's ministry) asked me to talk about him on my blog, im gonna do that. Here's a rhyme(I don't think it makes much sense, but here I go):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since I think that Roy is getting stupider,&lt;br /&gt; I'd say he came from Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;I think that he grew a beard,&lt;br /&gt;So he has been a boy who has a beard( For... uh.. 5 years?).&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Roy never writes in his blog,&lt;br /&gt;his STUPID BLOG is a glog.&lt;br /&gt;When Teacher Roy played Counter-Strike,&lt;br /&gt;I bet he camped more than Boy Scouts,&lt;br /&gt;So he got many outs.&lt;br /&gt;.*.*.*.*~&lt;i&gt;Song of the day&lt;/i&gt;~.+.+..+.+.+.+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usher- U remind me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78155698?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78155698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78155698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78155698' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78152091</id><published>2002-06-24T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T16:01:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg.. another soccer game tommorow.. KOREA vs. GERMANY!!!!!!! MAN OH MAN! WE GONNA WIN! I'm so proud to be Korean..If I had German friends, I'd KICK THEIR BUTTS since we won/will win the soccer game~!! LoL.. j/k. ^.^ Anyway,, IM SOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED about going to the sleepover on Saturday!! and during that sleepover.. WE'RE GOING TO RAGING WATERS!!!!!! OMGGGGGGGG!~!!@!~!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78152091?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78152091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78152091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78152091' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-78113304</id><published>2002-06-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-23T18:38:17.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AuGhhH! I have such a manly room! I don't know why I always worry about my room.... bUT I WANNA FIX IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things to do from now on(at least, i'll try):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Obey God!&lt;br /&gt;-Read the bible&lt;br /&gt;-Learn as many new vocab words as you can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Movies I watched during my whole life:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;The Little Vampire&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park(3?)&lt;br /&gt;Black Knight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-78113304?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78113304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/78113304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78113304' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-77848480</id><published>2002-06-17T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T08:48:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woops... One more thing (Chang, PleAsE respond to THIS also! And scroll down, cause I have another thing for you to respond to).. Another "God" thing that I am really confused about, is &lt;i&gt;what things should I do to honor God?&lt;/i&gt; People in OUR church say that everyday is sort of like a day when we worship God. But does that mean that Christians have to sing songs everyday to honor God? Worshiping God honors God. That's one thing. I don't know any other things that honor God, that I could do on Monday-Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;           And when Pastor John gave a message to the Children's ministry, he said that God is patient with sinners for a certain time, which means God cannot forgive us again and again for our sinning.  But why? And how long is God going to be patient with us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-77848480?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/77848480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/77848480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77848480' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564353.post-77843704</id><published>2002-06-17T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T06:24:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Guys..... Man! I woke up so early today..I woke up at like 5:45..... I don't really know what to do this summer.. Most of the servers on a game I play(the game is called Counter-Strike) are down, which means I can't play Counter-Strike on most servers. and anyways,  Eda is a busy man, so I guess I can't play with him. I sometimes went swimmin' with him.. hahahaha.. I wanted him to swim with me because he would teach me how to swim... which means telling me how to do all the strokes and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang-U BETTER RESPOND TO ME SOMETIME~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3564353-77843704?l=eve2believemores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/77843704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3564353/posts/default/77843704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eve2believemores.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77843704' title=''/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903240838698827729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
