<?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-1738886192759519118</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:28:07.878-08:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='Funny Pic Gabriel Sleeping'/><category term='workaholic'/><category term='asian grades'/><category term='help research essay hero better person'/><category term='writing strike'/><category term='Orcale'/><category term='Smile God =] Tis&apos; Love that makes us happy'/><category term='geese duck world'/><category term='bach life'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='quotes life'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='jetlag'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Rules for dating'/><category term='Love your enemies insults'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='I NEED COMMENTS'/><category term='Winter break new years day eve christmas'/><category term='Only in China'/><category term='=]'/><category term='new blogs COMMENT'/><category term='gratitude thanksgiving'/><category term='Merry Christmas'/><category term='kids silly violin driving daddy'/><category term='Life That Choo Kid 50th blog post'/><category term='Maple'/><category term='Violin annoying temper'/><category term='Mall Cheap Cheat funny birthday'/><category term='busy'/><category term='Nightwing'/><category term='adorable'/><category term='fun'/><category term='korean japanese chinese restaurant funny'/><category term='Russia How&apos;s I&apos;m been what not'/><category term='turning 14'/><category term='Homeschooled'/><category term='UPS delivers'/><category term='DC'/><title type='text'>Out of the Blue</title><subtitle type='html'>Random things that pop into my head......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-7350679963397657827</id><published>2009-09-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:55:59.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blogs COMMENT'/><title type='text'>NEW BLOGS!!!....oh and COMMENT!!!</title><content type='html'>haha so i'm switching blogs...cause I feel like it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the links...enjoy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://steppingstones12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stepping Stones&lt;/a&gt;....This one's more for Christian stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chootwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simply Choo....TWO!&lt;/a&gt;.....This one's just life in general =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh can you guys like...um comment...like just so I can see who reads these things? =P thanks ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-7350679963397657827?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/7350679963397657827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=7350679963397657827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7350679963397657827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7350679963397657827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-blogsoh-and-comment.html' title='NEW BLOGS!!!....oh and COMMENT!!!'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-3156136130293139313</id><published>2009-08-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:49:46.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia How&apos;s I&apos;m been what not'/><title type='text'>How my life's been...=]</title><content type='html'>So as many of you know, when you text me, chat me, or talk to me....and the conversation just gets dry, i'll ask my famous question....sooooo...."How's life?" haha sorry I haven't been blogging lately, I've been kinda lazy..so =/ anyway. =] so where was I ok so lets start from like.....hmmm...OH!! OH!! [sorry if your offended Emily =P I mean no harm ;)] I know! so I went to Russia...finland...and sweden...for orchastra tour! I'll tell you about that! ok um lets see so the flight was about idk 14...maybe 15 hours? to Frankfurt, Germany...then another flight for like 2 hours...to Russia....incrediblely long...it was funny I was looking at the itinary before we went and on it, it said were stoping in frankfurt...so the whole time I kept telling everyone were stopping in Kentucky...-_- then I got to the airport and finally looked at the board..and saw that were going to Germany...haha anyway I got on the plane and see I was going to swich seats w/ the guy who was next to me after take off[ he was a cellist...i don't really know him though =/] but then he fell asleep...and I didn't want to wake him up..=[ so I was suck akwardly sitting next to him for like 15 hours... OH! another thing! it was wweeeerrriidd....there was a high school orchastra...a high school choir AND a rock band on board the plane..we didn't plan it! So wreid....So we also had like 10 DS spread out though our group so the whole time we were playing Mario Cart...had Wi-fi too =] I mean to other DS's not for comps though....=[...so after we got to Germany...we had like 1to 2 hours transit time....haha we played set....the suuperrr annoying card iq game and I attempted to learn how to play rook =] the other reallly fun card game it's avalible at like walmart...=] so we headed on the plane again...XD then we finally got to Russia...ok customs...and orchastra in Russia don't really work well.....We were there for 2 hours cause they had to go through EVERY SINGLE violin/viola/cello....the maker..the label...sigh..annoying...and the cellos were in blue whales too...like gigatic cases that go over the regualar hard case to ensure safety on a plane... Then we went outside...so the moment we got outside...we realized how hot russia got in the summer...nooo joke EVERYONE thought it was going to be SUPER cold...I was like 95 degrees       -______- yeah...not fun cause I didn't have shorts...actually Ihad like one pair but that was it... the bus ride was interesting...I finally found a place in the world that has worse traffic then LA...ok There's still traffic at 1 am in the morning!! It took us like 4 hours to get to the place we were staying...it should have taken us like 30 min or something...we skiped dinner that night...i didn't really care though...we were all jetlagged anyway... =/ so the rooms...now this is interesting..so we had like a room the size of a cell...4 like orphan/cell beds to a room one Large window...that looked like bars...and the outside of the building looked like a prison too....barbed wire...spotlights...spiked fences...and cameras...it was iinnntteressing....the adults even refered to it as "the compound"....nooo joke...=P the showers were pretty interesting too..cause the shower curtian was like super flimsy and you couldn't take a shower without it like sticking to you the entire time O_O....yeah anyway that was Moscow...It was cool though we went the the orphanage the next day passed out toys to kids....ok What I learned about Russia..is that no one follows the laws on drinking age and smoking age...The kids at the orphanage were smoking and they were like younger than us....O_O No one stops them either...its soo werid....we after that we played at this university...The audience had this really cool like communism clap or something..when they get excited they start clapping in sync. IT WAS AWESOME!!!! We played like 4 encores...then we ran out of songs...-_- haha Best consert the entire tour in my opinon cept the last one cant decided between the two.  So the next day we played for church in the morning....so we were heading on stage and i don't know how but i put pressure on my E string and then it just popped...luckily I had a spare so =]....After that we played for vespers at a different church..which was another 4-6 hours away...both churches were in Moscow O_O....ok interesting thing about this consert...first of all it has a pretty small stage...and when you cram about 30 people on a small stage in about 100 degree weather...it becomes at least 110 degrees on stage...it was BURNING up there! Some people had sweat puddles on their chin rest! NO JOKE!!! It was wet! &gt;_&lt; we went to pizza Hut after haha russian pizza hut =]...then we headed to Red Square to go see saint Basils Catherdral at night....on the way there we saw a bunch of drunk people danceing on the streets randomly...O_O it was pretty scary...but Saint Basils was really pretty and so was red Square! at night =] only down side was that it was 1 am when we visited...yeah well anyway here's a pic..my friend took this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/SnvaQwN_IFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GVR_1-qVEQM/s320/Red+Square+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367123362298404946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/SnvZMZjVzqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/c0LjoboA2zI/s320/Red+Square.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367122187982851746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we did some shopping at Arbat street.  They really did sell those cool Russian fuzzy hats!  But we didn't buy any...to expensive.  We got to see the inside of st. Basils...oh oh there was this quintent there!! soooo pretty!! =]  cause the catherdral echoes and ohhh sooo beautiful! Well That's all for Moscow...I'll tell you about the rest of the trip later right now it's 12:45 am is night' =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-3156136130293139313?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/3156136130293139313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=3156136130293139313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3156136130293139313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3156136130293139313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-my-lifes-been.html' title='How my life&apos;s been...=]'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/SnvaQwN_IFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GVR_1-qVEQM/s72-c/Red+Square+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-6689953303445620905</id><published>2009-03-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:04:51.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=]'/><title type='text'>This is not worth reading.....</title><content type='html'>sorry. to busy. had to study. now blogging. ok I blogged bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-6689953303445620905?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/6689953303445620905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=6689953303445620905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6689953303445620905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6689953303445620905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-not-worth-reading.html' title='This is not worth reading.....'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-2670463048290091760</id><published>2009-02-13T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:24:50.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life That Choo Kid 50th blog post'/><title type='text'>My Life as "That Choo Kid" =]</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow friends who I have not blogged to in a LONG time( mainly because none of you would comment). How have you been? Good? You know what's the funny thing about that question? I mean whenever you ask " How are you?" 99.9%[ 98% of statics are made up on the spot( including this one)] of the time you will get the answer ," Oh I'm great!" or ,"Oh i'm just swell". You almost NEVER get something like ," My life stinks, I have so many bills to pay.......etc." Imagine if someone were to reply like that.... it would open up soo many discussion topics. The conversation could go somewhere after that. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              So instead of just saying that I'm doing ok, I'll tell you what I've been doing...... I've been &lt;strong&gt;walking in to screen doors&lt;/strong&gt; and tripping &lt;strong&gt;UP &lt;/strong&gt;the stairs. No, seriously that's what I've been doing. The funny thing is that I not only walked into the screen door once, but I did it &lt;strong&gt;TWICE.... In a row!&lt;/strong&gt; Cause I'm speical like that. haha.  I was at a friend's house it was dark outside and I was about to go into the house.  You see, at my house we don't use screen doors anymore because were afriad my dog will jump on it and break it.  So I was walking into the house and I was looking over my shoulder and then I walked into the screen door.  I was thinking in my head, " what is this invisible force that is preventing me from going in!"  Since it was dark out I couldn't see the screen very well so I walked into the screen door AGAIN. When I finally found out that there was a screen door I opened in then walked into the house.  I was on my way upstairs when I tripped up the stairs and fell flat on my face.  Yup......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I just realized this is my 50th blog post!  So if your wondering why I called this blog post ," My Life as " That Choo Kid" " it's because I recently started signing my homework as ," That Choo Kid" I don't know why but I was signing into study hall one day and I just thought that would be werid if I signed in as "That Choo Kid" ok I'll do it! haha Since then, my Gen Lit teacher has been adding adjectives in front of the "Choo" ( That [adjective] Choo Kid).  Makes me laugh everytime.  Speaking of General Lit.  My reseach paper is doing ok,  &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to Gabriel on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          You know it's funny how perfect God places you in the perfect places.... I mean I LOVE my family, God couldn't have chosen a better mom or dad or brother or dog( ^_^ Love you Maple) for me.  So as a thank you, I will make a short line or two about each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You're so hardworking and patient.  I don't think I could every be willing to do what you do for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Thank you so much for keeping me alive.  =]  You're very hardworking and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel: You listen to me say the things no one would EVER listen to.  You put up with all my  evil pranks and still stay up past 12 am to help me edit my papers.  I don't think ANY other brother would do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple: You're soo happy. You make me happy! ( it's been proven) =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: You guys are awesome.  Nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: No amout of words will even begin to describe how great you have been to me.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Huh ,so what else has been going on in my life?  Homework, violin,violin,violin, and homework.  That's basically it.  I know my life is pretty boring.  So to all you La Miradians , I &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; miss all of you and I &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; want to see you guys again sometime( When I can get a free Wedsday off again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          You know I realize something, I need to pray more.  I feel that I need to grow closer to God, pray for me.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Life is Good.  God is Good.  Family is Good.  Friends are Good.  Good is Good.  =]  So, how are you ( haha)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-2670463048290091760?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/2670463048290091760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=2670463048290091760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/2670463048290091760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/2670463048290091760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-as-that-choo-kid.html' title='My Life as &quot;That Choo Kid&quot; =]'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-6934157797441436173</id><published>2009-01-21T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:45:20.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help research essay hero better person'/><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I would like help on my assignment comment on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post please.  Yes this would help =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-6934157797441436173?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/6934157797441436173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=6934157797441436173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6934157797441436173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6934157797441436173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-3160529981307646914</id><published>2009-01-15T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:07:41.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help research essay hero better person'/><title type='text'>Does being a hero make you a better person?</title><content type='html'>Okie Dokie,  I need help on this project.  You see, I have my whole research essay to do and I'm doing it on the topic of, " Does being a hero necessarily make you a better person?".  For those of you who have taken Gen. Lit. it's the whole big 18 paragraph thing composed of 3 separate essays.  So I need some help brainstorming. I was wondering can you help me on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What defines a hero? Is it the capes or the masks? Or is it the selfless choice to sacrifice comforts for the benefit of others. Of course you make this choice with a good moral understanding too. ( Hitler's morals were messed up I believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes a hero so different from a villain?  Okay. anyone remember this quote? " You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." What makes a hero become a villain? Pride, to much Power, messed up morals, obsession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  How does being a good person make you a hero? I don't know about this one I might not use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the Sir Percy, inside? well obviously he wasn't the dumb man he pretended to be, but he wasn't always the super, life-saving hero all the time either.  What were his reasons to save people?  In the book it said his intentions were to do it out of enjoyment, see that's the part I don't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Was there an obsession problem with Batman?  Was he a slave to his Job? Did obsession take over his moral reasoning? If it did what did he obsess over? What were his motives? ( besides the fact that his parents died and he didn't want that to happen to anyone else) Christian can you help me on this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the cost of being a hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, I need help... THANKS!!!!! oh and I also found this quote : ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         " A hero is a individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwelming obstacles."&lt;br /&gt;                                       - Christoper Reeve ( I know this doesn't work for the whole definition thing cause well Hitler persevered in spite of overwelming obstacles too.) &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/1738886192759519118-3160529981307646914?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/3160529981307646914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=3160529981307646914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3160529981307646914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3160529981307646914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-being-hero-make-you-better-person.html' title='Does being a hero make you a better person?'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-4700801527763823471</id><published>2009-01-08T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:01:54.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall Cheap Cheat funny birthday'/><title type='text'>How to get what you want for the cheapest prices</title><content type='html'>ok so I was at the mall last night trying to find a TOTALLY PLANED gift for my brother's b-day right.  After I bought the present, I had about 4 bucks left. Knowing that Gabriel likes candles, I went into the candle shop.  I asked the nice person if he had anything under 4 bucks. He said ," We only have floating candles but I know what it's like to be broke ( I'm not broke) so I'll sell you a mini jar candle for 2.50 ( the original price was $10) I was like 0_0 SWEET =]!  Then I told him it was my brother b-day and he gave me stickers, a box, wrapping tissue and some ribbon. ( I think there was supposed to be a fee for that)&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;       So after I had bout' 1.50 left so I went down to the chocolate shop and I asked if they had anything under a buck.  The nice college student behind the counter told me the cheapest was 2.50 so I tried to act desperate and I asked how much the total cost would be with tax.  Then she looked around and whispered , " Just pick which one you want and give me what you have I'll sell it to you , this stuff is overpriced anyway.  I was sooooo HAPPY!!!! Next time I go to the mall I'll take with me only 5 bucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-4700801527763823471?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/4700801527763823471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=4700801527763823471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4700801527763823471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4700801527763823471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-get-what-you-want-for-cheapest.html' title='How to get what you want for the cheapest prices'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-108399540400035498</id><published>2009-01-02T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:51:34.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter break new years day eve christmas'/><title type='text'>Winter Break...</title><content type='html'>Wow, winter break was fun! so many things to do, so little time. Well here's what I did get done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;Christian Conference in San Jose ( like 5,000 youth it was AWESOME! so many cool and good sermons check it out &lt;a href="http://www.audioverse.org/"&gt;http://www.audioverse.org/&lt;/a&gt; type in living profoundly it's a good one =] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Touring around San Fransisco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meet my mom's relatives and old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;snowboarding =D ( YEAH!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SLEEP!!!! ( lots of that I woke up at 10 on most mornings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New Years Eve count down ( &lt;-- Actually I sleep at 11 just to be woken up by my phone which was jumping at 12:00 am) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New Years Day party at a friend's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dessert making for a fundrasier at chruch for 12 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Writing this blog =] hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas eve party at friend's house =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well even though i love not having TOO much homework, school is a good thing to do. Like some of my friend's parents would say ," Homework builds character!" haha HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-108399540400035498?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/108399540400035498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=108399540400035498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/108399540400035498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/108399540400035498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-break.html' title='Winter Break...'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-4667184118713624093</id><published>2008-12-25T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:03:49.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! It's 12 am! and i should be asleep......=/ so i'll go to sleep now.... ok goodnight world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-4667184118713624093?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/4667184118713624093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=4667184118713624093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4667184118713624093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4667184118713624093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-1431244877756085195</id><published>2008-12-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:08:29.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Video</title><content type='html'>Hi so like every other year my family doesn't want a christmas pic, instead they wanted a christmas video so here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/greeting_view?s=_8NbH0ELx10&amp;amp;p=5CD18223EE3708C4&amp;amp;fmt=18"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/greeting_view?s=_8NbH0ELx10&amp;amp;p=5CD18223EE3708C4&amp;amp;fmt=18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-1431244877756085195?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/1431244877756085195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=1431244877756085195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/1431244877756085195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/1431244877756085195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-video.html' title='Christmas Video'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5966078164547225785</id><published>2008-12-24T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:26:35.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile God =] Tis&apos; Love that makes us happy'/><title type='text'>Tis' Love That Makes Us Happy</title><content type='html'>Ever remember singing that song while growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love that makes us happy,&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love that smooths the way;&lt;br /&gt;It helps us mind, it makes us kind&lt;br /&gt;To others everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...its so fun to spend time with family... I mean it makes you feel all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and happy inside. God is good. Indescribable good. =] This weekend we went to a christian convention and the last speaker said something that caught my mind. He said to always strive to put a smile on God's face. He said not to worry if we mess up horribly. Just try to put a smile on God's face. He told the story of how he woke up on father's day. His two daughters came running in with a homemade ticket inviting him to a private fathers day show. Although the show was not perfect and his daughters weren't professionals, the joy he received from watching them try was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; great. We can make God smile. It doesn't matter how many times we mess up, God will always love us. God will always help us along, so don't be afraid to try to put a smile on God's face. =]  The joy you yourself will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; is also =].  God is Love.  Tis' Love that makes us happy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5966078164547225785?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5966078164547225785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5966078164547225785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5966078164547225785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5966078164547225785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-love-that-makes-us-happy.html' title='Tis&apos; Love That Makes Us Happy'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-743128551596702120</id><published>2008-12-16T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:34:54.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>9 days till Christmas....</title><content type='html'>wow... everything passes by so quickly, it feels like yesterday was just new years..... well lately I've been really busy but here's somethings I did do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished my violin solo recital! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just finished reading A Christmas Carol! Incredibly easy but meaningful book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Piano Competition finished!  Can't say I did well but.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sang a solo in a winter concert for chruch for the first time. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. School's been crazy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what have you been doing? well anyways 9 days till Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-743128551596702120?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/743128551596702120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=743128551596702120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/743128551596702120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/743128551596702120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-days-till-christmas.html' title='9 days till Christmas....'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-2169503263802631502</id><published>2008-12-05T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:31:57.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooled'/><title type='text'>You Know Your Homeschooled When......</title><content type='html'>I saw this and I thought it was pretty funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you've got out of bed after 10 and still been done with your schoolwork before the public school kids get home......&lt;br /&gt;you realize it's noon, and you're still in your pajamas......&lt;br /&gt;people don't believe that you were homescooled becasue you have adjusted to society, and actually have a life!...the oregon trail computer game was a part of history class......&lt;br /&gt;you have asked your mom what recess was......&lt;br /&gt;people are surprised at the amount of numbers in your cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;Or just the fact that you have a cell phone......&lt;br /&gt;the word saxon strikes more fear into you then God himself......&lt;br /&gt;in high school you made more money than all your friends because you could actually work during the day instead of spending six or seven hours in school......&lt;br /&gt;people tell you in a shocked voice "but you don't act like a homeschooler..."&lt;br /&gt;...you learned vector calculus with kitchen utensils at a restaurant......&lt;br /&gt;most of your friends aren't your exact age......&lt;br /&gt;you've taken vacations in the middle of the year...&lt;br /&gt;while all the other kids were still in school......&lt;br /&gt;you have been asked if you actually had to do schoolwork.....&lt;br /&gt;.when you have 6 younger siblings, and are not catholic......&lt;br /&gt;you still hang out with your 12 year old brother, even though you're 19......&lt;br /&gt;you've gone out as a family in the middle of the day and been asked if you were mormon......&lt;br /&gt;or better yet, a daycare......&lt;br /&gt;you've been asked "so, do you actually have to do schoolwork" right after they asked "so, are you like 2 years ahead in all of your classes"......&lt;br /&gt;your bed consist of a saxon math book, a trumpet, and a book teaching a dead language.....&lt;br /&gt;you created archeological discoveries, acted out the first olympics, and wrote your own plays......&lt;br /&gt;bedtime=anytime......&lt;br /&gt;watching the history channel counted as history class......&lt;br /&gt;when dance class and baseball practice counted as P.E.......&lt;br /&gt;when you graduate with a 4.0 or higher...and didn't even know it......&lt;br /&gt;when you tell someone that you're still in high school, and they honestly dont believe you......&lt;br /&gt;most of your your hobbies counted as classes in some way or another......&lt;br /&gt;you were constantly asked by the cashiers while waiting in checkout lines "so no school today?"...&lt;br /&gt;you replied with "eh"&lt;br /&gt;......you graduated at the top of your class......&lt;br /&gt;you replied to "no school today" with an "AMEN"...&lt;br /&gt;when you learned all your vocabulary from reading several grade levels above your own......&lt;br /&gt;or you just read the King James Version of the Bible......&lt;br /&gt;when you had sleepovers in the middle of the school week and thought nothing of it......&lt;br /&gt;you always went out to eat for lunch instead of dinner, because it was less crowded that way......&lt;br /&gt;when you finally go to a "real school" and are able to take higher level classes because you've already taken the "normal" classes for your grade......&lt;br /&gt;you're able to take an hour long lunch break, and watch tv......&lt;br /&gt;you're Standardized tests come back and you placed 98% higher than the kids in your same grade that took the same test......&lt;br /&gt;you're able to be completely done with all your school work and "home work" before noon, after you started at 9:30 am......&lt;br /&gt;you're able to learn what most kids take 2 or 3 class periods to learn in about an hour......&lt;br /&gt;you take as many classes as you want when you want......&lt;br /&gt;you're able to work a few days ahead so that you can have a four day weekend......&lt;br /&gt;you're able to go shopping or to target at anyime of the day, and get all the attention of the people there wondering why you aren't in school......&lt;br /&gt;you get in trouble when you start going to "real school" for going to the bathroom without permission......&lt;br /&gt;you finish your school, and then think to yourself "Darn! today is Saturday!"......&lt;br /&gt;when people asked what grade you were in you picked a random number and hoped it was close......&lt;br /&gt;the first time you had a fire drill at "real" school you had to have your friend explain what to do......&lt;br /&gt;you learned about measuring and fractions by baking cookies in your kitchen......&lt;br /&gt;you were surprised the first time you took math at a "real" school because the text book was full of pictures......&lt;br /&gt;you already know half the books you're reading in your "real" English class, because your parents read them to you when you were 8"......&lt;br /&gt;when you finally go to a public school and everyone asks where you moved from even though you've lived in the same place all your life......&lt;br /&gt;when you finally go to a public school and accidently call the teacher "mom"......&lt;br /&gt;you had to wait a few hours before being able to play with any of the neighbor kids because they were still in school.....&lt;br /&gt;.you actually got good lunches......&lt;br /&gt;when you had to have your friend explain how to open the bus window......&lt;br /&gt;when you took tv/food breaks when your mom was on the phone......&lt;br /&gt;when you have field trips every week!!...&lt;br /&gt;when you took PE at the YMCA and thought you were cool......&lt;br /&gt;when your friends are surprised you have any fashion sense at all......&lt;br /&gt;90% of the time, "no school" means, "cleaning day" ...ironically worse......&lt;br /&gt;when "stupid", "shutup" and "retarted" use to be the worse words ever...(you weren't even aware of the "current" worse words ever until you were 12)......&lt;br /&gt;you planned, did, recorded, and graded your own schoolwork......&lt;br /&gt;......when you made your own midevil costumes and re-enacted the tale of King Aurthur and it counted for: History, Drama, Home Ec, and Speach......&lt;br /&gt;when your senior year in highschool was also your junior year in college......&lt;br /&gt;when your family's vehicle could actually qualify as a bus, in useage, and in size!...&lt;br /&gt;when you don't have vacations, you have "feild trips"!...&lt;br /&gt;you went to college after your sophomore year because you were bored with the high school material...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gee.....if only I had a nickel for everytime someone asked me ," No school today?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-2169503263802631502?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/2169503263802631502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=2169503263802631502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/2169503263802631502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/2169503263802631502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-your-homeschooled-when.html' title='You Know Your Homeschooled When......'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-6632702377698087972</id><published>2008-12-04T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:34:19.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian grades'/><title type='text'>Asian Parent Grade Ratings</title><content type='html'>So I saw or heard this a while ago I thought I might put it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter Grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;American rating- excellent and sometimes rare score&lt;br /&gt;Asian rating- Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;br /&gt;American rating- Still really good&lt;br /&gt;Asian rating- Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;American rating- ok score&lt;br /&gt;Asian rating- &lt;a href="mailto:C&amp;amp;@p"&gt;C&amp;amp;@p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;American Rating- good enough to pass&lt;br /&gt;Asian rating- Demmed to H3ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;American Rating- Failure&lt;br /&gt;Asian rating- This grade is not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Asian rating- epic failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-6632702377698087972?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/6632702377698087972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=6632702377698087972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6632702377698087972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6632702377698087972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/12/asian-parent-grade-ratings.html' title='Asian Parent Grade Ratings'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-8894141902755590518</id><published>2008-11-27T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:03:47.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Gratitude [grat⋅i⋅tude] pronounced: grat-i-tood, -tyood.&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;:the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful: the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude. What a great word.  Cicero once said "Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others".  That's AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes in life we tend to take things for granted.  Like typing, how many of us pray at night and say " God thank you for the ability to type."  One of my teacher's mother had a stroke.  She fell off a bike when she wasn't wearing a helmet.  Now she has to re-learn almost everything.  It's not as bad as not being able to swallow but she has to learn how to move her arms and say her daughter's name, it's depressing.  So this thanksgiving I want to thank God for the little things (and also the big things). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, thanks for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A health body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. all the talents you have given me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A roof to live under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. typing (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. an education (no matter how much I dislike the work load)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Maple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. electronics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list will never end.  Anyways, H.U.  Westermayer said " The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving".  Denis Waitly said "Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude." This thanksgiving be sure to be thankful for the little things in life.  It's worth it. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-8894141902755590518?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/8894141902755590518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=8894141902755590518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8894141902755590518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8894141902755590518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-4284250257116743023</id><published>2008-11-25T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:02:53.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workaholic'/><title type='text'>Sigh....</title><content type='html'>Lately a lot of people have been telling me i'm a workaholic, is it true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-4284250257116743023?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/4284250257116743023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=4284250257116743023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4284250257116743023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4284250257116743023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='Sigh....'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-8299700003946530592</id><published>2008-11-15T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:39:33.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes life'/><title type='text'>Interesting Quotes...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so last night I was almost killed by my brother because he was driving....  Well after we got out of the car I asked my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: Mom, how old do I act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: 8 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: -_-........ How old does Gabriel act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: 25 and he can't drive. ( it rhythms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel: Mommy, Mommy look at that purdy( pretty) picture!!!!!( Jumps up and down like a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: Are you sure he acts 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha So I was sitting in study hall with Ian right?  I was wearing my "Live, Laugh, Love" T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: You're actually trying to study in study hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: Yes, and it's not WORKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Joycelyn, you need to live more.. I mean you practice so much violin and your constantly doing homework.  You don't live AT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: Well how late do you stay up trying to procastiate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: not.....to....late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: exactly my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Well at least I have a life. hmmmmm " Live, Laugh, Love" how much of that do you actually do? I mean you don't have a life and you don't really laugh, and you can't love if you haven't lived. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian your a very indescribable person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-8299700003946530592?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/8299700003946530592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=8299700003946530592' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8299700003946530592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8299700003946530592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-quotes.html' title='Interesting Quotes...'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5508180860617949013</id><published>2008-11-14T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:07:10.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I NEED COMMENTS'/><title type='text'>COMMENTS!!!!</title><content type='html'>I would like some..... I about to go crazy 0.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5508180860617949013?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5508180860617949013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5508180860617949013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5508180860617949013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5508180860617949013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/comments.html' title='COMMENTS!!!!'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-6906717894125441859</id><published>2008-11-10T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:11:53.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning 14'/><title type='text'>14 blessings.</title><content type='html'>Well it's my last half an hour of being 13.  13, it was good to live you. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's 14 things that I'm extremely grateful for.  ( in no specific order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GABRIEL!!!- seriously if I didn't have such a nice brother I wouldn't even be here, the other brother would have killed me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mommy!- I love mommy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Daddy! - ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Maple - 2 years ago I was really depressed, then we got Maple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Aaron - although he may spit baby food on me and talk endlessly, what else are little cousins for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Violin - it's an amazing instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The number 7 - it's a great lucky number =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ipod free apps- last night Gabriel and I were immaturely wagering our chores on the outcome of a touch screen hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. God - God is good all the time. All the time God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Friends - there seems to have been an increase of these this pass year. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Bible - it's awesomeness can not be described&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Life - what would I do without it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMMENTS! ENDLESS AMOUNTS OF COMMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! ( hint: COMMENT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. God's Grace. - Self explanatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-6906717894125441859?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/6906717894125441859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=6906717894125441859' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6906717894125441859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6906717894125441859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-blessings.html' title='14 blessings.'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-7354487649112350993</id><published>2008-11-09T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:28:41.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning 14'/><title type='text'>Fourteen</title><content type='html'>Tommorow's my Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen, that's a funny number..... it's not 13 or 15 it's 14.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know wikipedia editors think of things that no one else thinks of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Number &lt;a title="14 (number)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/14_(number)"&gt;14&lt;/a&gt; is considered to be one of the unluckiest numbers in Chinese culture. Although 14 is usually said as "shi si," which sounds like "ten die", it can also be said as "yi si" or "yao si", literally "one four". Thus, 14 can also be said as "yao si," literally "one four," but it also means "want to die" (要死 &lt;a title="Pinyin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinyin"&gt;pinyin&lt;/a&gt; yào sǐ). In Cantonese, 14 sounds like "sap sei", which sounds like "sat6 sei2" meaning "certainly die" (實死)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's like making me want to hold on to my last hour/minute of being 13.  The really funny thing is that 13 is unlucky in united states. I didn't hear of this whole "unlucky 14 thing and didn't really think about it until I came across this.  On the other hand I did find this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen&lt;br /&gt;being a multiple of seven, partakes of its significance; and, being double that number, implies a double measure of spiritual perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.... year 14 of my life...&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I remember last year I was like " OH NO MY LAST DAY OF CHILDHOOD!" this year it's not so bad. We all have to grow up sometime. =]  It seems that when your a kid, you want to grow up so fast that you start counting your age in fractions.  Haven't you heard a kid go " I'm 4 1/2" or " I'm 5 1/2". I bet you've never heard someone say " I'm 25 1/2" =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.  14 ready or not here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-7354487649112350993?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/7354487649112350993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=7354487649112350993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7354487649112350993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7354487649112350993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/fourteen.html' title='Fourteen'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-6396094036626823740</id><published>2008-11-07T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:48:11.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules for dating'/><title type='text'>Rules for Dating. A.B.C.D.</title><content type='html'>My parents are Chinese.  That means I have lots of dating rules.  Here's a list of requirements my dad has set for my future husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Adventist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Bachelor's degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Doctoral degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..... notice how it says nothing about character or appearance....... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-6396094036626823740?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/6396094036626823740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=6396094036626823740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6396094036626823740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6396094036626823740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-for-dating-abcd.html' title='Rules for Dating. A.B.C.D.'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-56363741429342701</id><published>2008-11-04T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:25:06.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violin annoying temper'/><title type='text'>My Violin has a cold.....</title><content type='html'>Isn't it odd?  I mean, I don't even have a cold.  My violin is like a little annoying grumpy child.  Sigh....  When it's too hot, it's pegs melt and refuse to stay in one place, which makes tuning very annoying.  It also goes out of tune ever 10 mins when it's too hot.  When it's too cold, the pegs refuse to move!  My bow still continues to cough and screech.  Sigh..... I like rain, but I wish it didn't bring cold weather.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-56363741429342701?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/56363741429342701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=56363741429342701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/56363741429342701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/56363741429342701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-violin-has-cold.html' title='My Violin has a cold.....'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-8285395795067733162</id><published>2008-10-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:32:44.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love your enemies insults'/><title type='text'>Love Your Enemies</title><content type='html'>in·sult [ in súlt ]:           1. transitive and intransitive verb be offensive to somebody: to say or do something rude or insensitive that offends somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Sigh.  You know that wrenching feeling you get when someone insults you in front your own face, or that feeling you get when you know someones talking behind your back?  It's a terrible feeling..... I just had one today in fact, and it made me think.  Getting insulted is one of the worst feelings you can ever experience.  I won't lie, I've talked about people behind their backs ( Pray for me). &lt;br /&gt;       When I was about 8 years old, my mom signed my brother and I up for a basketball class at the local community center.  I was not that great at basketball.  I was paired up with a very experienced partner.  After the class, I went up to the coach to ask him something.... Just when I was about to say something, my partner interrupted and asked " Coach, can you not pair me up with her?  She stinks at basketball."  That didn't exactly make my day.....  The next time you feel like wanting to curse someone to eternal life deep down under... Remember, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't say something about that person unless your willing to say it to their face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, &lt;br /&gt;                                                     - Matt 5:44&lt;br /&gt;       There was a person I really dislike for no apparent reason, she was not a christian.   After much prayer and help from God, I finally invited her to Church.  Now she's about to get baptised.  God is a God of miraculous powers. I love you God.  Please pray for me, for I am guilty of insulting, and I need help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think that was the first serious blog post i've ever written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-8285395795067733162?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/8285395795067733162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=8285395795067733162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8285395795067733162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8285395795067733162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-your-enemies.html' title='Love Your Enemies'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-4383731185769921714</id><published>2008-10-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:37:42.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean japanese chinese restaurant funny'/><title type='text'>Do I look Korean?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my mom, dad and I went out to a &lt;strong&gt;Japanese&lt;/strong&gt; restaurant to eat. We walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 1: An nyoung ha seh yo ( hello in &lt;strong&gt;Korean &lt;/strong&gt;I think), followed by fluent korean.&lt;br /&gt;Us: O_O ummmm...no speak korean&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 1: Oh sorry, would you like a table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we sat down another waiter comes.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 2: An nyoung ha seh yo, followed by fluent korean.&lt;br /&gt;Us: &gt;.&lt; were not Korean.....&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 2: oh sorry.... then later another waiter comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 3: An nyoung ha seh yo, followed by fluent Korean.&lt;br /&gt;Us: (Sigh) WERE NOT Korean. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;so when we leave.....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: An nyoung ha seh yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have to ask......DO I LOOK KOREAN!? I mean seriously four times, in a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;restaurant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-4383731185769921714?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/4383731185769921714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=4383731185769921714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4383731185769921714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4383731185769921714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-i-look-korean.html' title='Do I look Korean?'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-8383201513255712337</id><published>2008-10-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:35:46.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids silly violin driving daddy'/><title type='text'>Silly Joycelyn</title><content type='html'>See when I was 7 years old I went to my violin lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Do you know what and violin accent is?&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: hmmmm........ A violin that talks funny?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I walk into my parents room one night.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Joycelyn I think you look prettier than your mom.&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: Gasp! Why?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Because you look like me! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When my brother was driving I absent-mindedly opened the car door.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel: Joycelyn! Where's your brain? Did you lose it?&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn: No, I was looking for yours. &gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids say the darnest things. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-8383201513255712337?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/8383201513255712337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=8383201513255712337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8383201513255712337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8383201513255712337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-joycelyn.html' title='Silly Joycelyn'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-1447437593204482250</id><published>2008-10-18T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:04:20.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bach life'/><title type='text'>Hi! : )</title><content type='html'>Hello again my faithful readers, who again decide to remain silent ( COMMENT ALREADY!!), it's been a long time. I've been really busy lately. =/ School is, dare I say, fun. Haha. Music is an excellent thing. Music is a very happy thing. I love music. Violin is going very well. :) Piano is not going so well though..... Away, this is an amazing recording of Bach's partita no.3. It's by Nathan Milstein. IT IS INSANE HOW LITTLE BOW HE USES! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIemzStWOog"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIemzStWOog&lt;/a&gt; :)  Well that's what's been going on in my life what about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-1447437593204482250?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/1447437593204482250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=1447437593204482250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/1447437593204482250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/1447437593204482250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title='Hi! : )'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-1328863176688191680</id><published>2008-08-31T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:06:48.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Skit</title><content type='html'>This is so funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBqY6cJD3CE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBqY6cJD3CE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Cosby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-1328863176688191680?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/1328863176688191680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=1328863176688191680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/1328863176688191680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/1328863176688191680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-skit.html' title='Funny Skit'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5804371651796850136</id><published>2008-08-31T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:17:10.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pic Gabriel Sleeping'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Pic</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, my family went on a trip to Washington this summer I wanted to share with you my favorite picture of the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240746447237647682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/SLrfIIl9jUI/AAAAAAAAACo/vIPH5SrNFys/s200/gabe+sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great isn't it? Ha Ha : ) This is my new wallpaper on my comp. That's my Grandpa on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5804371651796850136?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5804371651796850136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5804371651796850136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5804371651796850136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5804371651796850136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-pic.html' title='My Favorite Pic'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/SLrfIIl9jUI/AAAAAAAAACo/vIPH5SrNFys/s72-c/gabe+sleep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-3315830866127641208</id><published>2008-08-27T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:08:14.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>Who likes it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-3315830866127641208?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/3315830866127641208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=3315830866127641208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3315830866127641208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3315830866127641208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-4527012677522317491</id><published>2008-08-17T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:57:27.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geese duck world'/><title type='text'>Geese and the Epic End of the World</title><content type='html'>Jane, I'm sorry to say that ducks are not the only ones who are taking over the world. For all of you that are confused right now I suggest you read this blog post: &lt;a href="http://janeandellen.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html"&gt;http://janeandellen.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't question your theory that ducks are taking over the world but.....&lt;br /&gt;the ducks now have compition. Geese and taking over the world... One pinic table at a time.&lt;br /&gt;How did I discover this? You see I was on vacation, my family stop by a local lake for a late lunch. Suddenly, this goose shows up out of no where and starts making this terrible noise. At this point were thinking this goose either was so annoying that it got ditched by it's family, or it's about to give birth. Then I comes over, we try to scare it off but this thing is utterly fearless! This goose is the future leader of the legion of Geese! Here's where the ducks come in, after the Geese have taken over half of the world, the Ducks will have already taken over the other half and then there will be a epic battle between the ducks and the geese to see which bird will take over the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-4527012677522317491?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/4527012677522317491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=4527012677522317491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4527012677522317491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/4527012677522317491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/08/geese-and-epic-end-of-world.html' title='Geese and the Epic End of the World'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-3904086650418666465</id><published>2008-06-29T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:45:20.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Why, Why....</title><content type='html'>I got this in a resent email I thought it was interesting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are going dead?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep pressing the elevator buttons even after they're lit? &lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money?&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle? &lt;br /&gt;Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him? &lt;br /&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?&lt;br /&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?  &lt;br /&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-3904086650418666465?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/3904086650418666465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=3904086650418666465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3904086650418666465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3904086650418666465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-why-why.html' title='Why, Why, Why....'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-6723575042747087804</id><published>2008-05-23T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:23:59.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strike is Off :)</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 agonizing minutes. I have to write something! So recently I have been going over some of the family shows that aired in the 90's. I came to a conclusion that shows made back then were a lot better than the shows that air today. For example, can you think of any show that has not yet been cancelled that can be as heart-warming, cute, funny, and family-suitable as Full House or Boy Meets World? Those two shows are the best shows ever made.... in my opinon. Well I g2g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-6723575042747087804?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/6723575042747087804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=6723575042747087804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6723575042747087804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/6723575042747087804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/05/strike-is-off.html' title='The Strike is Off :)'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5312525116816886918</id><published>2008-05-23T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:25:09.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing strike'/><title type='text'>Why I have not been blogging</title><content type='html'>Dear silent readers who refuse to comment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed, I have gone on a long writing strike. I you are wondering why I have decided to go so very long without blogging it's because you never, EVER comment! So until someone comments, I refuse to right another word!!! : )&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5312525116816886918?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5312525116816886918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5312525116816886918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5312525116816886918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5312525116816886918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-have-not-been-blogging.html' title='Why I have not been blogging'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5529398292903845451</id><published>2008-03-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:49:49.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jetlag'/><title type='text'>The (happy) Adventures of Jet-lagging</title><content type='html'>When we took a train to China last week, we had really bad jetlag sooooo here's what we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vRmk8IOnDik"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=vRmk8IOnDik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2I7XZbpnVJI"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=2I7XZbpnVJI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7Lzw2uggH8s"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=7Lzw2uggH8s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;Jetlag+people= crazy things&lt;br /&gt;This is very silly watch at your own risk!&lt;br /&gt;We even made our own theme song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5529398292903845451?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5529398292903845451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5529398292903845451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5529398292903845451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5529398292903845451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-adventures-of-jet-lagging.html' title='The (happy) Adventures of Jet-lagging'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-2929251364556816225</id><published>2008-03-24T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:27:04.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in China'/><title type='text'>Only in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well this pass week we took a fun and interesting trip to China. We visited many of the great landmarks and sites. Although there are some interesting things that I believe you can only find in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Take a look at this picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181476849715839378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hNvf85AZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z1smFwc2h-Q/s200/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like a blur of nothing right? Well it's not, that is the sky, and that tiny yellow speck? That's the sun. That is NOT fog that is smog, because there wouldn't be fog at 1:00 in the afternoon! See, fog is all mystical and cool, but smog is dull and air polluting. Take a look at this picture this is at 3:00 in the afternoon this picture was taken a couple hundred yards away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181478872645435810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hPlP85AaI/AAAAAAAAABE/uyYlaktWyC4/s200/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That, my friends, is not fog but smog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)Interesting thing about Chinese, their cheap, they like to reuse bottles over and over again. Sometimes, they don't read the label and they just pour the liquid right in. For example...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hQnv85AbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZE6igh9ZBh8/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hRHf85AcI/AAAAAAAAABU/C4Hwd_MUIkg/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181480560567583170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hRHf85AcI/AAAAAAAAABU/C4Hwd_MUIkg/s200/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hR8f85AeI/AAAAAAAAABk/tBhaKb7lNJo/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181481471100649954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hR8f85AeI/AAAAAAAAABk/tBhaKb7lNJo/s200/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hQnv85AbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZE6igh9ZBh8/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olive oil is labeled vinegar, and vinegar is labeled olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hQnv85AbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZE6igh9ZBh8/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hQnv85AbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZE6igh9ZBh8/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hQnv85AbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZE6igh9ZBh8/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Chinese are really good at pushing people to buy things, this lady almost followed us back the the hotel trying to sell us stuff. We finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181482716641165810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hTE_85AfI/AAAAAAAAABs/xJS8ninagxw/s200/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;4) Only in China can you find a great, long wall that stretches over hundreds of miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181483949296779778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hUMv85AgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7KzjCm4e26A/s200/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This trip was definitely very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hQnv85AbI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZE6igh9ZBh8/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-2929251364556816225?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/2929251364556816225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=2929251364556816225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/2929251364556816225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/2929251364556816225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-in-china.html' title='Only in China'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R-hNvf85AZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z1smFwc2h-Q/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5891338290203343606</id><published>2008-03-10T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:55:40.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Bunyan and the Evil Brownie Queen</title><content type='html'>This is my play for class. Happy reading&lt;br /&gt;Written by Joycelyn Choo&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell/Evil Brownie Queen: Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Hallie&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Alex&lt;br /&gt;Billy/Paul Bunyan: Caleb&lt;br /&gt;Lynn/Tosh: Joycelyn&lt;br /&gt;Narrator/brownies: Maybe Alex’s sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Setting, school classroom 4 chairs in a row 1 chair facing the 4 chairs about 5 yards away.) (BELL RING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Class I graded your reports on tall tales, you can pick them up on your way out. Lori and Tory, I need to see you two after class, and Lynn, I’m giving you detention again.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: You were annoying…again. Oh, and Billy, please go throw away that banana before I give you detention, too.&lt;br /&gt;(Lynn keeps mouth open)(Billy walks over to the trash can drops the banana peel on the floor and slips on his own banana peel)&lt;br /&gt;(Teacher is passing out reports, Tory gasps when she receives her report.)&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Ouch!                                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Billy! Watch it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Billy and Lynn exits stage)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Girls I need to talk to you about your-&lt;br /&gt;(Tory cuts teacher off)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Why did I get an F!?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: DON’T INTERUPT ME!!!(Wide eye stern look) (Calm look) One of you plagiarized and I don’t care who, so you both get detention everyday after school for 5 weeks. You can go now.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: WHAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Tory, don’t complain, we’re already lucky we didn’t get suspended.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: You should listen to your sister. She’s right you two are very lucky!&lt;br /&gt;(Teacher exits stage, Tory has a very stunned look on her face.)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: This is all your fault, Lori.  Why did you copy my report!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: You said I could.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: No, I said I would help you, not let you copy my report!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Well, you never got around to helping me so I thought I would just help myself.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Thanks to you, we both got a zero …and DETENTION!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Lynn comes running up to the two, jumping up and down, trying to look over their shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: What did you get busted for? Huh huh huh? (gasp) Tory got a zero! NO WAY!!! What happened? Huh huh huh?&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Go away, Lynn. (mad voice)&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Aw, don’t worry, Tory’s just mad cause she got a zero on her report.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Again this is all your fault, if you would have once in a while put down that book on magical creatures, maybe you wouldn’t have to copy my work! (Almost shouting)&lt;br /&gt; (Tory stomps off stage mad)&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: She looks REALLY mad!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: she’ll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: 4 periods later we find Lori, Tory, and Lynn in detention.&lt;br /&gt;(While narrator is speaking Lori, Tory, and Lynn grab chairs.)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: If anyone says one word during detention, I will give all of you detention…again. I’ve got my eyes on you. (Eye and finger to kids) (Immediately falls asleep, snore)&lt;br /&gt;(Lori and Tory yawn and fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt; (Lynn gets up and sneaks out of detention)&lt;br /&gt;(Lori wakes up, and looks around surprised)(setting trees with bright light in the distance)&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Tory, Tory wake up! (Tory wakes up)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: (sleepy voice) huh? (Wide eye) Where are we, and where’s Lynn?!?! (Paul sleeping is being carried (pushed) on little pieces)&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Hey, look that’s something you don’t see everyday. (Lori points to Paul) Isn’t that Billy?&lt;br /&gt;Tory: No, Lori, that’s Paul Bunyan, but it does really look like Billy!&lt;br /&gt;Lori:  Who’s Paul Bunyan?&lt;br /&gt;Tory: If you had done the homework assignment MAYBE you wouldn’t have to ask me that.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Sorry. (Sad look)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Paul Bunyan was a fictional “Tall Tale “character, he was really, really, really big and he had a HUGE appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Hey, how do you know he’s Paul Bunyan?&lt;br /&gt;Tory: He has a red and green checkered shirt on and only Paul Bunyan wears that.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Oh&lt;br /&gt;Tory: But why is he being carried by…. (Squints) What are those?!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: (Squints) Hey, those are brownies!&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Stop making me hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Not the eating kind, the magical kind. They’re mini elves. There must be like 4 billion of them.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: But where are they going?&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Man they’re moving FAST&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Hey let’s follo-&lt;br /&gt;Tosh: (cuts off Tory) Hey! Come back!!!(Bends over puts hands on knees and pants) (Tory and Lori rushes over)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: What’s going on?!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: LYNN!!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;Tosh: My name is Tosh; I’m Paul’s friend… (Stops to pant) those little things raided us and kidnapped Paul…&lt;br /&gt;Tory: We need to go after them then (Paul is off stage by now)&lt;br /&gt;Tosh: let’s go then…&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Ok let’s go (everyone starts running) (Tory, Tosh, and Lori start running towards Paul) (who is off stage)&lt;br /&gt;Tosh: Ok not much farther, I saw them going into that cave (points to a makeshift cave) (3 girls go up to the cave making themselves unnoticeable.) (setting green and gray background with red light bulb fire)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: (Sinister Laugh) (evil look) (squeaky voice) (actor on her knees) finally! Thank you my little minions! (Playing with hands)(Paul stands up)&lt;br /&gt;Brownies: We live to worship you our queen (union voice)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: Now I can finally get my revenge on this ugly lumberjack!&lt;br /&gt;Paul: (deeper voice) Hey! I’m not ugly! (Pulls out a mirror checks hair)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: Where did you even get that mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Paul: (proudly smiling) I know I’m Hot.&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: You little vain….&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Hey, do I look little to you???(Evil Brownie Queen’s face gets angry and red)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: Minions (pointing to a empty vat) go fill the vat with hot lava… It’s time to get revenge.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: On who?&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: (slaps forehead) Oh you, you little.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: (cuts of Queen) Again I am not little.&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: (Rolls eyes, sighs) I noticed&lt;br /&gt;Paul: And what did I do to you, I don’t even know you.&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: In preschool, you ate my last brownie. (Starts crying) (In between sobs) you and your big stomach… (Sobs) I was saving that last brownie.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: (Squints) Dee Dee?! No way!! Like Dee Dee from preschool???&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: DON’T CALL ME THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Brownies, Paul, Tory, Lori, Tosh laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: She wants to kill him because he ate her brownie…..In PRESCHOOL!!! (loud voice) and was that Mrs. Bell?&lt;br /&gt;Lori and Tosh: SHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Evil Queen: (stops crying) what was that?! Minions go find whoever’s out there and bring them back.&lt;br /&gt;Brownies: Yes, my queen.&lt;br /&gt;(Lori, Tosh, and Tory are taken into captive)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: And who might you 3 be?&lt;br /&gt;Tory: You’re going to kill Paul for eating your brownie???? That is soooo immature. Why hold a grudge for…what 50 years?&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: Shut up! I am NOT that old, and he ate the last brownie!!! THE LAST BROWNIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tory: So no one should hold a grudge for 83 years! Even holding a grudge for a day isn’t good for you! You get all cranky and grouchy.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: You don’t say (sarcastically roll eyes)&lt;br /&gt;(Tory looks at Lori with a sorry face)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: (looking sorry) you’re right maybe I have been holding a little grudge.&lt;br /&gt;Tosh: A LITTLE grudge???&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Dudette, I don’t even remember eating that brownie, but I’m sorry if I ever did.&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: Alright, I forgive you, but what am I going to do with this big pot of lava?&lt;br /&gt;Tosh: The lumberjacks back at camp have been a little cold lately…. Maybe we could set it in the middle of the camp to warm everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: Hm.. that would be a useful way to use this boiling lava. Ok MINIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brownies: Yes queen Dee Dee?(giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: DON’T CALL ME THAT. Take this pot of boiling lava to the lumberjack campsite; place it in the middle of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Brownies: Yes queen Dee Dee.(giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Evil Brownie Queen: This is what happens when you say my really name, from now on it’s going to be a revolt, this is all you’re fault, my reputation is ruined, but I forgive you, I’ve learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Lori, Tory, Tosh, The good brownie queen, and Paul all went back to the campsite. There waiting for them was the brownies and the joyful lumberjacks. They all sat around the vat of boiling lava and shared stories, but no one noticed that Lori and Tory had snuck away into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Hey, Lori….(soft voice) I’m sorry I got so mad at you this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t like the thought of a big fat red “F” on my straight “A” record, and I’m sorry I didn’t help you with your report.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: I’m sorry I plagiarized. I should have done my own homework. Hey, how about this let’s go up to Principal Franklin and tell him the truth, that I plagiarized. I know that you worked hard on that report, and you should get full credit for it.Tory: Good idea, next time I’ll make sure I help you on your report if you have problems. Hopefully, you’ll be able to write your report by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;(Lori smiles, Tory and Lori “full hug” stop midway then “side hug” (Alex and Victoria, if you don’t get this ask Hallie to explain))&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Now we only have one problem, HOW DO WE GET BACK HOME!!!!????&lt;br /&gt;Lori: That’s easy; all we have to do is go through this small door in this trap tree.&lt;br /&gt;(Lori opens the door in the tree)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: How did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Lori: and you said reading books about magical worlds was a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;(Girls go off stage)&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Tory and Lori made it safely back to the “real” world. After detention the girls went to the principle’s office.(Setting 2 chairs and 1 chair facing the 2 chairs)&lt;br /&gt;(Lori opens the door to the principle’s office. Girls walk in.)&lt;br /&gt;Lori: MRS.BELL?! You’re the principle?!&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Maybe this wasn’t the greatest idea.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Principle Franklin is sick I’m subbing. What do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Lori: (looks uneasy) Mrs. Bell, I was the one who copied Tory essay. I don’t think Tory should be punished for something she didn’t do.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Well it certainly wasn’t Tory who plagiarized.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: So you knew!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Of course. I was just waiting for you to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: So I get an “A”?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: That “F” was never on your record.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Do I still get detention?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: No, I just did that to scare you. I’ve got a keep a mean reputation to keep you know. If I don’t, the children are just going to talk and talk and talk (doing the finger thing) and talk and talk and…&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Mrs. Bell&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Oh sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Do I still have detention?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Don’t be silly, (Lori smiles really big) of course you do (Lori smile turns into a frown), Hey, be glad that I didn’t suspend you.&lt;br /&gt;Tory: Thank you so so so so much Mrs. Bell! Come on Lori let’s go.&lt;br /&gt; Lori: Coming (dragging her feet)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bell: Oh and girls, don’t tell anyone that I was nice. It’s going to get stirrup a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Lori: Oh we won’t alright…. We won’t (sinister look)&lt;br /&gt;Tory: LORI!! (Tory pulls Lori off stage) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   CURTAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5891338290203343606?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5891338290203343606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5891338290203343606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5891338290203343606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5891338290203343606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/03/paul-bunyan-and-evil-brownie-queen.html' title='Paul Bunyan and the Evil Brownie Queen'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-3892451387584663480</id><published>2008-01-24T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:08:25.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPS delivers'/><title type='text'>UPS Really Delivers</title><content type='html'>Well, as many of you may know this week is semester break for me. This week, everyone in my family, including my grandparents and aunt's family went up to Big Bear. We left on Tuesday morning, planning to come back on Thursday afternoon. After my one-year-old cousin woke up at 3 am in the morning crying and after my dad and my brother almost froze their butts off on Tuesday night, we decided that we should leave on Wednesday night. On Wednesday night it just so happened to snow....great. It just so happened that we didn't have snow chains too. We quickly piled into our 2 cars and started our journey home.  The passengers in my car included my brother, my dad, and me. While going down the mountain in a snow storm we passed at least 5 signs that read "SNOW CHAINS REQUIRED!” We were going at about 5 miles per hour following a train of 100 cars and trucks. We were going so slow our GPS had a hard time tracking us.  About 3 cars in front of us there was a UPS truck that had snow chains on. We started shouting very colorful words about going faster at the truck. At about 4,000 ft and 33 degrees the snow turned into rain and the visibility cleared. We used the passing lane to pass all the trucks and cars with snow chains on. We ended up getting home safely. The next day, which is today, my dad, went over to my aunt's house to pick up my grandparents. My uncle then explained that the UPS truck and all the cars with snow chains on had really saved our lives. Our car had no 4 wheel drive and no snow chains on. The snow chains were eating up the snow creating a dry road for us to safely travel on. If it wasn't for the cars with snow chains on, we would have gotten into an accident. So UPS truck I take back all the nasty thoughts about you and I promise to use your service, because I know that you not only deliver packages but you deliver lives too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-3892451387584663480?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/3892451387584663480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=3892451387584663480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3892451387584663480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3892451387584663480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2008/01/ups-really-delivers.html' title='UPS Really Delivers'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-3350185593197790245</id><published>2007-12-23T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:39:34.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done!!!</title><content type='html'>As of yesterday, I have read all the books of the BIBLE!!! Now I can say that my favorite book of the Bible is 1st and 2nd Tim. I also like 1st and 2nd Corinthians. I like all of them. Yes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-3350185593197790245?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/3350185593197790245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=3350185593197790245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3350185593197790245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/3350185593197790245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done!!!'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-883898124945205655</id><published>2007-12-12T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:35:34.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Smiley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R2Cof4Jc1RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8g_UGwDm8RM/s1600-h/mr.+smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143296040058541330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R2Cof4Jc1RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8g_UGwDm8RM/s200/mr.+smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend is so cool.(He drew this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-883898124945205655?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/883898124945205655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=883898124945205655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/883898124945205655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/883898124945205655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/12/mrsmiley.html' title='Mr.Smiley'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R2Cof4Jc1RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8g_UGwDm8RM/s72-c/mr.+smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5274063952399804155</id><published>2007-12-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:53:59.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital Maddness</title><content type='html'>I'M FINALLY DONE!!!! In the past 2 weeks I have had 5 recitals. GAHH!!!! I've had 2 piano recitals, 2 violin recitals, and 1 group violin recital. I'm happy though because I finally got gold in piano. (Jumps for joy!!) I could have done better in my violin recitals though. Oh well I had fun. I'm even happier because my dog's finally getting cuter. YAY! (Random thought)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5274063952399804155?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5274063952399804155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5274063952399804155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5274063952399804155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5274063952399804155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/12/recital-maddness.html' title='Recital Maddness'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-8881989815811617497</id><published>2007-11-30T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:40:14.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Partner in Crime</title><content type='html'>I think God has truly blessed me with the best brother in the world. (Is it just me or does every little sibling say that?) My brother is caring, loving, and sometimes... hyper-crazy-super-duper-silly. He's willing to teach me something that he doesn't even know how to do. Did I mention he is also my partner in crime? Let me tell you a little story... It was the summer of 2004; my dad had subscribed to cable TV. We don't get regular channels where we live, so when we got cable, it meant CARTOONS! My dad was smarter than that, to keep us from getting addicted to TV, he set a parental lock on all our favorite channels. We could only watch TV when they typed in the code for us. That night my brother sat in his bed thinking of the different ways to crack the parental lock on the TV. Finally, he came up with the idea to sprinkle baking flour on the TV remote and ask our parents to type in the code, leaving the numbers from the code visible on the remote. Step 2 was to map out every combination and try each one until we got it right. On a weekday night when my mom was extremely busy in the kitchen, we decided to put phase 1 into action, I loaded to remote with flour and my brother handed the remote to my mom and begged her to let us watch TV. She looked at the remote and asked," Why is there white stuff on the remote?” My brother replied, “Oh, Jocelyn's just doing so crazy experiment,” which was true in a strange way. She replied," ok,ok,ok." ,typed in the code, and went back to cooking. Phase 1 was complete, we had received the needed numbers and we were ready to begin phase 2. Now after almost 4 years, I have forgotten what the numbers were, but anyway back to the story. Phase 2, when my mom and my brother left for flute lessons, I was left at home. I got the numbers from the remote and mapped out every possible combination. Then I went I tried every combination on the TV. Unfortunately, after every 7 tries the TV would shut down for 30 minutes. After the 20th or 30th try I finally got it. For 3 months my parents didn't know that we knew the code. When they did find out, they didn't know whether to scold us or to laugh. I consider my brother the best thing that I never wished for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-8881989815811617497?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/8881989815811617497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=8881989815811617497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8881989815811617497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8881989815811617497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-big-brother.html' title='My Partner in Crime'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-7663493248693436009</id><published>2007-11-22T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:19:02.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fest21.com/files/images/AUGUST%20RUSH_Rated%20One%20Sht%20(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fest21.com/files/images/AUGUST%20RUSH_Rated%20One%20Sht%20(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;August Rush is one of thee most AMAZING movies ever!!!!! The music is AWESOME(Hans Zimmer and someone else). The story is outstanding! It's about a boy with unordinary musical talents. He's like a Mozart. It's funny too! It's also very clean except for some cussing. After the movie, people were clapping. In the theater. Well anyways it's a really really really really really good movie so if you haven't watched it, go watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-7663493248693436009?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/7663493248693436009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=7663493248693436009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7663493248693436009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7663493248693436009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/11/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-8201271237621758057</id><published>2007-11-21T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:26:07.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well it's Thanksgiving again... Same as last year, eat a thanksgiving meal, then its back to normal life again. Sometimes I wonder are we REALLY thankful for what we have, or do we just saying that were thankful but not really mean it. To quote my brother, “Sometimes we're not truly thankful for something until it's taken away from us.". This Thanksgiving I realized that I am truly blessed, I have a loving family, A very cool brother, I have a roof to live under, God has blessed me with wonderful talents, and he has given me much more. So this Thanksgiving be thankful for what you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-8201271237621758057?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/8201271237621758057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=8201271237621758057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8201271237621758057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/8201271237621758057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-7302645017949239976</id><published>2007-11-21T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:46:03.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightwing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orcale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Batman vs. Nightwing vs. Orcale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.starnet-database.com/dbase_deo/profiles/oracle/oracle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/40/Batmanlee.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand" height="361" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/40/Batmanlee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's better? Well let's see Batman has genius-level intelligence, is a master &lt;a title="Detective" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detective"&gt;detective&lt;/a&gt;, is a master &lt;a title="Escapologist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escapologist"&gt;escapologist&lt;/a&gt;, has Peak human physical condition, and is a &lt;a title="Martial arts" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_arts"&gt;Martial arts&lt;/a&gt; master. On the down side Batman ALWAYS gloomy and depressed. In bright day light is Gotham's famous billionaire, playboy ,and philanthropist Bruce Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;Nightwing was the very 1st and original robin (sidekick to Batman). After a while he was tired of being Robin, not to mentio&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R0R6esG5V0I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sTv5XHQePuI/s1600-h/Nightwing10.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;n he was fired too. He then became Nightwing. He settled down in Bludhaven, became a cop by day, and the city's avenging angel by night. Some of his qualities are peak human level athlete/&lt;a title="Acrobat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrobat"&gt;acrobat&lt;/a&gt;, exceptional &lt;a title="Martial artist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_artist"&gt;martial artist&lt;/a&gt; master &lt;a title="Military tactics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_tactics"&gt;tactician&lt;/a&gt; and field commander, and master &lt;a title="Detective" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detective"&gt;detective&lt;/a&gt;. Nightwing's secret identity is Richard Grayson. Growing up, he one of the main stars of the act the Flying Graysons. He is the only person on Earth(in the Dc world) who can do the quadruple &lt;a title="Somersault" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somersault"&gt;somersault&lt;/a&gt;. His &lt;a title="Detective" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detective"&gt;detective&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Martial arts" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_arts"&gt;martial arts&lt;/a&gt; skills are close if not equal to &lt;a title="Batman" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman"&gt;Batman&lt;/a&gt;'s level, making him one of the greatest crime fighters alive. He speaks with fluency in English, French, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Mandarin and Cantonese (though he appears not to know how to read the last three), and has some knowledge of Romany and the alien language of Tamaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oracle was the former batgirl, after the joker shot her in the stomach, she lost the use of her body from waist down. She possesses a &lt;a title="Genius" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genius"&gt;genius&lt;/a&gt;-level intellect; &lt;a title="Photographic memory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photographic_memory"&gt;photographic memory&lt;/a&gt;; deep knowledge of computers and electronics; expert skills as a &lt;a title="Hacker" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hacker"&gt;hacker&lt;/a&gt;; and graduate training in library sciences. Oracle has also trained under the tutelage of &lt;a title="Richard Dragon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Dragon"&gt;Richard Dragon&lt;/a&gt;, one of DC's premier &lt;a title="Martial arts" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_arts"&gt;martial artists&lt;/a&gt;, to engage in combat (using &lt;a title="Eskrima" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eskrima"&gt;eskrima&lt;/a&gt;) from her wheelchair. She develops her upper-body strength and targeting skills with both firearms and &lt;a title="Batarang" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batarang"&gt;batarangs&lt;/a&gt;. Many heroes come to her for information, including both Nightwing and Batman. Her secret identity is Barbra Gordon, daughter of police commissioner James Gordon. Gor&lt;a href="http://www.starnet-database.com/dbase_deo/profiles/oracle/oracle4.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's the best? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Some info is copied from wikipedia*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-7302645017949239976?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/7302645017949239976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=7302645017949239976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7302645017949239976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/7302645017949239976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/11/batman-vs-nightwing-vs-orcale.html' title='Batman vs. Nightwing vs. Orcale'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738886192759519118.post-5400435653021592718</id><published>2007-11-18T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:24:50.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'>Meet Maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R0E1XcG5VzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POZyO1iSfBo/s1600-h/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134443726977455922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R0E1XcG5VzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POZyO1iSfBo/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Maple. My incredibility cute, yet annoying dog. But, right now she's not so adorable or fuzzy,because she had to get shaved because of matted hair. But I still love her,because she's my happy, stain-making doggy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1738886192759519118-5400435653021592718?l=hebegebes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/feeds/5400435653021592718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1738886192759519118&amp;postID=5400435653021592718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5400435653021592718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738886192759519118/posts/default/5400435653021592718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hebegebes.blogspot.com/2007/11/meet-maple.html' title='Meet Maple'/><author><name>Joycelyn Choo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182474704620565061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/Sq6QaHQx1NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/famHTP2jeRA/S220/joycelyn...plain+and+simple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ywWVcGgMrEk/R0E1XcG5VzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POZyO1iSfBo/s72-c/IMG_3018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
